“You wasted my time! You wasted my time! This is the worst day ever!”
My son screams in panic after an idyllic time eating dinner on the river bank and throwing stones in the water.
I found myself telling him, “I understand that you feel panic and upset that we aren’t going to get to do what you want but that doesn't have to take away from the good time you just had. It doesn't have to be a waste.”
I'm laughing at my hypocrite self as I'm saying this knowing full well this is probably the number one thing I yell at myself about internally about EV-ER-Y SIN-GLE DAY.
How can we guarantee we aren't wasting our precious time on this earth?
After listening to a meditation on desireless action and reading a how to poetry book, I found an answer.