As a human and as a coach, I stand against killing time.
I abhor the phrase, but more than that, I detest the concept and the thinking that’s behind it—a careless belief that the (hopefully) long string of minutes that make up a life are so excessive as to be disposable.
If you find yourself with a funny, little pocket of extra minutes between activities, why not see it (and whatever you choose to do with it) as a celebration of time? Why not show gratitude for those bonus minutes? Why not spend them, AND VIEW THEM, as invaluable rays of sunshine that are pouring through a sudden break in the clouds—a blessing you did nothing to receive, but were showered with anyway?
Or, if you have that much extra time that you’re inclined to kill it (‘kill it’ being a mindset that what you’re doing is better than doing nothing at all, but isn’t so worthwhile as to be something you’d choose if you had a better option)—I ask you, please, for the love of all that’s holy, to refrain from roping in another human being to your killing spree.
(Ever had someone call you, and when you try to find out what she needs or why she’s calling, she says something along the lines of “Oh, I’m just killing time between [x] and [y]”? You mean you’re killing your time by stealing mine?! No, thank you. I don’t have an excess of time! I value each and every minute I’ve got—which doesn’t mean I don’t have any minutes for you; it just means I don’t see talking to you as throwaway time. It’s precious. And nonrenewable. Let’s treat it as such.)
Raise your hand if you feel me.
P.S. Do you have any time-related gripes? Share them below.