I never seem to have any to do the things I want to.
I’m always busy doing other stuff.
Or ironing shirts.
Shirts I wear to work.
Or sitting in traffic.
On my way to and from work.
I think what I’m saying is that work gets in the way of me having time to do other stuff.
But today is Saturday and I don’t have to work.
I could have spent today doing any one of a multitude of things that would make my life better.
I could have started that novel I claim I’m going to write.
I could have studied those languages I claim I’m going to master.
I could have gone to the gym and trained to become the elite specimen I know I’m never actually going to be.
Instead I spent the last two and a bit hours watching Star Wars.
Time well spent.