I may have alluded to this before when it comes to fun and the like.

Maybe it is just me, but assigning a name or a designation to a time seems confining. Restrictive. Potentially harming to a sense of presence. After all, it literally means “free time”.

I have found some leisure on the way to work, a cold call or to meet with a client. The radio might become an unwary sponsor to that chance to chill, play drums on the steering wheel or sing into your Yeti.

Some of my manic cleaning/organizing activities present a sense of leisure when I happen onto a better way of arranging things, knock something off the list and bring a sense of order to clutter. It can be a true source of release.

Cooking too. Knowing what the time will yield in a steaming, delicious dish for dinner. A creation beckoning for seconds and even a scoop or two when you are putting it in the fridge. Having your casserole and eating it too.

Here I go again; pulling some weeds, picking up some sticks and trimming away the dead parts in the flower beds. Free time to feel free, gain a sense of release and attain some instant gratification.

Leisure is free time.

So don’t spend it overthinking, putting it on a calendar, planning around it and costing you time to arrange it. When time makes its presence known, be in that moment and take it. Doing that provides you with something very profound and lasting.

Freedom.