#Reverb11 Day 11: What do you wish you had done more of in 2011?

What do you wish you had done more of in 2011?

Not squandered time.

There’s a line in a song that says, “Can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep?” I understand this line. I’ve repeated it many times to myself when it hasn’t already loomed, unbidden, in the front of my mind. It’s not even an original thought, repeated in countless different ways through the eons…

…yet still I squander time. Dwelling, daydreaming, pondering, flights of fancying, zoning out with brain-dead TV or brain-deader magazines, even re-reading old literary favorites when I should be expanding my horizons with new authors.

I get things done. I just don’t think I get enough things done. I can multi-task like fury, yet part of my mind still runs along these lines of indulgences, which sometime leap up out of the stream to take over entirely.

Of course, I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t enjoy it. And if you get a compatible pal to indulge with you, you can lose copious amounts of time before you know it.

Brain candy. It’s what’s for dinner.

Spent less.

I just looked over at the “costume closet” which is also the “beading supply closet” and “a few other items” closet and my god, the amount of stuff I have crammed in there makes the War Drobe out of Narnia seem ridiculously sparse.

This closet isn’t retail therapy, it’s creative therapy, manifesting from countless reasons and needs, not the least of which is finding expression. Could I walk away and leave it all? Yes. I’m not as tied to my possessions as I think I am. Still, the creative side to this does drive me to purchases I could perhaps do without…

…but they’re such fun.

Spent more time being active.

When I was unemployed, I got into an excellent routine of exercising every day. Mind you, I am not seeking to return to this state, but I did hope it would cement good habits in me for once in my life.

It didn’t work.

I had a Walking Buddy at the job I had before this one and I have a Walking Buddy now, but when I think about how much more time I spend glued to my office chair,  I feel woefully inactive.

It’s my own fault, of course. Even if I haven’t been a wuss during the day and actually got outside, when I get home in the evening the first thing I think of is food, and the lack of a Jetson’s kitchen means that takes time. We tend to eat plunked in front of the TV, which is a horrendous habit even though I always have a book with me. That takes more time.

Then instead of going out for a walk or visiting the elliptical that lives in the basement, I go sit somewhere else. Such as here with my computer. Or on the floor with the guinea pig, who uses his time wisely because guinea pigs are smart like that.

Part of this slump is because when I get home after a long day and long commute, I just want to relax. The trouble is I relax too long.

I’m also awfully good at making excuses.

But, I know I know better, and I’ve been getting better again, so since 2011 isn’t over yet, I still have time to make exercise less of a “wish I’d done” and more of an “I did it!”

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My Life As a Pennysaver

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When did pennies become uncool?

I’ve always loved pennies. They were the first coin I got in multitudes as a kid. They have a cool copper sheen–or at least look like they do. They fill up the coin jar stashed under my dresser faster than any other coins in my other jars. I see just one on the street and I have to stop to pick it up. I have a special box for wheat pennies.

And I loathe to cash in that penny jar under my dresser because then I won’t HAVE them anymore, see. If I can’t see the money before my eyes, somehow it doesn’t seem as real.

Yet so many of my friends disdain pennies and penny-saving, outright refusing to pick them up in the road, cursing at them when getting them in their change, deliberately using them in tips to annoy erring waitstaff, or even committing the cardinal sin of throwing them out, which last really triggers the “Gaa! Save money!” gene in my head.

Although the money saving part isn’t what it used to be. I remember when the phrase “penny candy” really meant penny candy, only more like getting three pieces of candy for a penny, just like in the gumball machines.

Now you can get one piece of old-fashioned penny candy for a dollar. Nostalgia’s always pricey.

But you know what, the economy’s kind of pricey in general, and I can’t be the only one thinking that saving what you can while you can is a good idea. So pick up those pennies on the street. Let your friends scoff–you’re a cent richer than they are! And a sense wiser: Those dudes add up. One of my full penny jars went toward our recent couch fund.

It’s not candy, but I’ll bet we’ll be using it much longer.