More Hours in a Day?

I am fortunate to be the type of person who tries all kinds of activities. And I am fortunate to live a life where I have the time to try all kinds of things.

But wait, do I? Lately I find that there just aren’t enough hours in the day for me. Of course, I need hours each day to write. It’s my job, after all. But in addition to that, I want to play piano and recorder, paint another watercolour, finish reading my current to-read book, complete that cross-stitch and that knitting project, sort out my thousands of photographs, organize my recipes, chat with friends and family who live far away. Then there are my volunteer responsibilities and exercise and cooking and cleaning and grocery shopping. Oh, and golf and kayaking and diving and hiking and…

I think back to the period in my life when I was a young mother, running a household of five, going to school full-time, then working, driving kids here, there and everywhere, helping with homework and fun activities, making meals from scratch, and still finding time to dabble in hobbies…I was a supermom. How did I have time to do all that, not to mention the energy?!

I know time management is the key and I used to be a master at time management. Not any more. I find that as I’ve gotten older, my energy wains with the setting sun. My ability to focus has gone haywire (is there such a thing as middle-aged A.D.D.?). The day passes and I find myself wondering where the time went. I nod off in the middle of reading a chapter. Do I really have to slow down and do less just because I’m getting older? I don’t want to!

So I’m thinking, if I could just have a few more hours every day, maybe I could accomplish all that I want. Or maybe what I really need is to plug into a super-size battery! What about you? Could you do with a few more hours in a day?