The Gift of Time

"Didn't Call or Show Up, Girl" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“Didn’t Call or Show Up, Girl” Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

The countdown is on, folks. Christmas, if that’s relevant to you, is 4 days away and you know what? I haven’t bought one present. You know what else? I’m okay with that ’cause this year I’m making presents. Only what I make this year will be for next year ’cause I just woke up and decided that’s the plan from here on out.

Since I’m getting such a late start, I’m scraping up some things around the house I can give away real quick ’cause as the saying goes ‘Somebody else’s trash is another person’s treasure.’ I truly hope folk that I’m gifting my trash to appreciate the time it’s gonna take for me to find a specific piece of trash for them. Whether you realize it or not, time is the most precious and expensive thing you can give to somebody.

You ever spent time with folk you really didn’t wanna be around? All ’cause you wanna do the right thing, you put time into folk you care very little about. This tends to happen sporadically around holidays and family gatherings. I say sporadically ’cause every now and again you’re gonna wind up, even if it’s only two or three minutes, being among¬†somebody you absolutely can’t stand. That’s time you can’t get back and then you wind up spending more time thinking about those few minutes you had to look at the person. And ooh, they looked a hot mess and oh goodness, so and so is getting real thick around the midriff and blahsay this and blahsay that.

Then, ’cause you can’t stand them, you get on the phone and talk about them to two or three folks when you could’ve been doing something quite useful, like feeding the hungry or cleaning your toilet or something necessary whatnot you’ve been putting off. It’s really a damn shame but you had to get that off your chest.

You know how folk do.