A lot of days, I feel like I don’t have tons of free time. But that is probably not entirely true, because a number of the things I fill my days with are choices, not things that are thrust upon me.
For instance, I could tell you I’ve been so busy because of all the painting/spackling that needed to happen after the window was installed. But the window installation was a choice.
I could tell you that I don’t have free time because I have another piece of furniture waiting to be painted. But obtaining that free bookshelf (which needed to be painted) was a choice.
(This is not theoretical. A huge bookshelf is currently drying in my lower level.)
I could tell you I don’t have free time because I walk every morning with Mr. FG and I lift weights three times a week. But exercising is a choice.
I could tell you I don’t have free time because I have lots of blog posts to write. But blogging (and especially starting a second blog! Ha.) was a choice.
How do you even define free time? I’m feeling a little stuck here.
Maybe I’ll answer this question: “What would you do if you had an evening with no obligations and no one that needed you?”
I think I would probably read a book or write some blog posts.
Basically, I’d either consume some words or output some words.
Or I might go to bed early because I do love me a good night’s sleep.
(Yes. I am an extremely exciting person.)