“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
–Annie Dillard, author
Let’s talk about the math of life.
If you could mash all the similar stuff together, how long would you have spent driving or sleeping?
I used to live in northern Virginia, not far from the capital. I worked in DC. It was only 19 miles, but the commute used to take me an hour, easily. Sometimes an hour and a half. I moved away and I moved there, so that commute was only a small part of my career. But what if it wasn’t? If I started working at 21 – and that’s late for a lot of us – and I worked all the way until retirement at 65, that means two hours of commuting a day for 44 years, or 32,032 hours spent in my car, fuming at idiot drivers, mentally rehearsing excuses for being late to a meeting, and just being angry.
Say you sleep for 8 hours a night. Eight hours a night for seven days means 56 hours a week. That means 2912 hours a year. Now, let’s pretend you live until you’re 80. That means you will have slept 232,960 hours before the…well, the final sleep. That’s a lot of time not living.
How much time are you spending on pleasure?
Most of us schedule a vacation.
We block time out to go away, to goof off, to travel. But if we go away for a week or two, what happens the other 50 weeks of the year?
There are two things I love to do: dance and ride horses.
For years, I did neither.
Recently, I started going to a dance studio for weekly drop-in lessons. Sort of Bob Fosse style dancing. I am terrible. I know this when I glance in the mirror and see my own performance, just a beat behind the other dancers in the class. But I am exhilarated. I can not tell you how happy I feel when class is done, how present in my own body, how sexy.
And horseback riding?
It’s expensive. There aren’t any good stables closer than an hour away.
Can you hear the excuses?
Maybe I can’t afford the time or the money to ride every week. But every quarter? I can do that. That’s four hours of bliss I’m putting back on my calendar.
And you know what else I’m adding back onto my calendar?
Unscheduled play time. Remember that? Time to think, time to create, time to be. I don’t have an agenda for this time, I’m just going to include some unplanned time every week and the only rule is I can’t work.
Math has never been my strong point, but I’m going to try to make the math of life work for me instead of working for some mathematical equation that never adds up…you know the one…the one where you work 60 hours instead of 40 and still expect to have a full life with the rest of the hours.
Take out the almost 233,000 hours you need to sleep. And then add hours of pleasure.
Because, if “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives,” – I don’t want to spend my life miserable. Do you?