There’s only one post published about this and you are welcome to read it here. I haven’t written about this nearly enough. The sand timer is considered a valuable asset in my daily life. It’s helps me watch the time.
My Mama receives the credit for teaching me the value of time. There wasn’t an idle moment in our home. She always had us doing something and the two words you never let Mama hear you say were, “I’m bored.” On rainy days if she couldn’t find enough for us to do inside she would say, “Read a book.” When we’d run outside to play, or over to a friends house, her parting words were, “Watch your time.” We had to be home in time for dinner.
In March of 2020, I was walking through a large home store, just browsing the shelves when I spotted this sand timer. It was sitting on a shelf like it was out of place, or the only one left. It didn’t have a tag of description, only a sticker with a bar code. I pulled out my phone, opened the timer app and started the timer. I carried the sand timer through the store letting it run and watching the timer. The sand ran out at 30 minutes.

When sitting in front of the blank page, I flip it over, and keep an eye on my time. Whether it’s morning pages, a Blogpost, or a project, I sit and work on it for 30 minutes at a time. Do you ever get to the end of the day and wonder where the time went? With the sand timer you can watch your time.
Verrrrry interesting. I’m quite drawn to this idea. Good one, Barb. Thanks.
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Thank you darling! Happy it drew you in. ๐
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HI Barb,
I love this post and its meaning. Time is definitely a commodity not to be wasted.
That sand timer is so cool. I want one now.
I also love that it was out of place and sent to you as some kind of sign.
Wishing you a blessed weekend! โฅโฅ
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Hey Ana and thank you much! Our Divine knows I will notice anything out of it’s proper place. Wishing you unlimited blessings my darling. ๐
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Time has sped by some days.
Never in my lifetime, have I said I am bored. I always did something as a child and as an adult, I either do something, or enjoy doing nothing. But I never say I am bored.
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It is flying by. I’m the same way. As kids we should outgrow being bored. I cannot remember the last time I thought about it, or felt bored. ๐
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As you know from reading my blog, that’s still up on WordPress, you know in the past, I have gone on holiday on my own. I will never forget when someone said to me at the old workplace I left some years ago, saying, “won’t you be bored?” I had to ask her to repeat that, in case I heard her wrong. But I hadn’t. I looked with puzzlement and couldn’t help but laugh while saying, how will I be bored? Do you think I will stay in my hotel room all through my holiday, because I am on my own? I will be out and about, discovering places. I have no chance to be bored. Going to have fun. ๐
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Maybe that’s it Liz…we need someone to define being bored. Especially when there’s so much to see just by looking out a window, or taking a stroll through town. Good story Liz. Thanks for sharing! ๐
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Beautiful and useful, perfect!
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Thank you lovely! ๐
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