My Timer, My Friend
I got a few inches cut off my hair a while back and my first thought was, it’ll take much less time to dry! Curious as to just how much time I might be saving, I timed myself the next day found it took me only seven minutes to blow out and curl my hair. Seven minutes! I really had no excuse anymore to not do my hair.
Inspired, I began timing myself for all sorts of tasks. Making a healthy smoothie for snack instead of reaching for the nearest thing in the pantry? Four minutes. Including cleaning the blender and putting it away!
Filing my nails, reading a short devotion in the afternoon to boost my day, even filling my water bottle before I leave the house…all for a few measly minutes of my day.
Like so many mamas, I have all the time in the world to wait for my five year old to brush her hair all by herself, or to help my seventh grader with a math problem. When it comes to the little things that will make my own day brighter, though, I too often mumble… I don’t have time!
The timer has shown me otherwise, like when I say I have nothing to wear and my husband points to my jam-packed closet and answers, Really, Ang, nothing to wear? Just the other day I was about to begin my day with a wet mop that would dry frizzy and my ticking little friend reminded me. Really, Angela? You don’t have seven minutes? And off to the hair dryer I went.