When I was younger, I would scoff at the idea of a gift like a vacuum, dishwasher, or food processor. I figured my life would never be so sad and narrow that an appliance would excite me.
Then, I grew up.
Those gifts — like snowblowers, or power saws — really represent the gift of time. You can get your chores done faster and move on with life.
If I could give my loved ones anything at all, it would be actual, real-life time. Not just time, but time unfettered by schedules or e-mail or demands, and I would box it up with a shiny silver bow. And how would they use such a gift? Sleep, maybe. Is anything so decadent in our adult lives as a midday nap? (And why don’t our toddlers grasp this concept?) At Literary Mama, where I’m co-editor for fiction, we were discussing the books we’d read if we had unlimited time. I won’t spill the beans on all our choices (the list will be published soon over there) but my pick was the hefty INFINITE JEST by the late David Foster Wallace.
What about me? If I received such a gift, I’d parcel it out carefully, same as I try to savor the dark chocolates someone always gets me every Christmas (tempted as I am to gobble them all right up). I’d spend some lazy family time, unsullied by yard work or dishes or (as long as we’re dreaming here) temper tantrums. I’d read, of course, and I’d write.
I believe writers chase success not for the sake of money alone, but for control of our time so yes, we can write some more.
That’s what I wish for all of you, my friends. More time for what you love, whatever that may be. Happy Holidays!
So, how would you spend your gift of time?
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