There’s a time for everything
Three days ago, my boyfriend had a job interview. He made a comment about asking for more money if they offered him the position.
He said that it would be awesome to say “This (amount of money) is what my time is worth.”
I understand that he’s looking for a different kind of experience than the one being offered. And all the money in the world isn’t worth one’s personal fulfillment. Yet, his statement got me thinking about the value of my time and what I’m choosing to spend it on.
Later that evening, we went to the premier of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. As we drove to the theaters, I questioned if watching the movie that night was worth it. I tried to dispel the thought, but it lingered like a bad aftertaste. Do I have to be the first? What’s the rush? It’s going to stay in theaters for a while. I could be doing something more “productive” like sleeping or homework.
It wasn’t until the Harry Potter theme song played during the fade in that I remembered.
I remembered the impact the world of Harry Potter has on my life. Through the tumult of a Texas thunderstorm, Harry Potter was there. Through a little girl’s bitter loneliness and violent anger, Harry Potter was there. It was there during the quiet peace I felt sitting in a tree. There as I sat curled at my windowsill listening to the soft pitter patter of rain, and the gentle hum of traffic. Houses and friends came and went, but my love of Harry Potter remained. Both the books and films transported me to a magical world. It fueled my imagination, cultivated my creativity, and solidified my intense love of stories. I was at every Quidditch match, at every Ball, Tournament, and Battle. The world and characters exist forever in my imagination.
It inspired me to become a writer. To become a creator.
Could I be spending my time more wisely than sitting in a darkened room staring at a screen for hours?
Not at all.