Waste of Time

It's an hour’s drive each way to work for me. I have never been used to long commutes (An hour is long enough for me) and this ride would unsettle me in the beginning.

I tried doing a lot of things while riding in the train or sitting in the back seat of the car... Reading, writing, listening to music, planning for the day or analysing it, discussing ideas with my father, sometimes going as far as completing my daily face cleansing routine on the way back. But it just didn't seem right.

Anyhow, after several attempts at ‘accomplishing’ something while in the car, I asked myself... Can you not spend two hours a day with yourself and your own thoughts for company? And it's rather surprising. Because we spend several hours in the company of people we like and don't like at home and office and we have, of late started to call the whole thing "Quality Time". But when it comes to spending time with ourselves, giving ourselves our own undivided attention, we seem to falter... Why?

The two hours I spend with myself everyday seems to me to be the best gift that I give myself. Better than my "I Love Me" diamond ring, better than the Namaste London music I allowed myself to actually buy because a song was stuck in my head and waay better than other assorted indulgences. In these two hours, I find myself thinking a lot. And clearing a lot of thoughts that crop up in my mind. I find myself catching up on a little sleep, a little dreaming, a little brainstorming of the non-work kind, thinking a little about the things that I want to do (like maybe a little embroidery. I suddenly find myself wanting to weild the needle) and all sorts of things. And when I step into office in the morning, I find myself completely alert and productive. And I'm not as cranky and irritable when I go home in the evening either.

Sometimes, I guess, the best thing to do is to just be. Everything falls into place with that...