I’m a multimillionaire.  A multimillionaire of minutes.  Over the course of my life (if I’m lucky), I will own about 40,435,200 minutes.  If I lived in a land whose currency was time, such as that of a gold pocket watch that hangs from a gold chain and is attached to a train conductor’s vest that is worn by a man with an enormous, bushy mustache and kind, sparkly eyes, it seems I would be rather rich.

But I don’t live in a gold pocket watch or an antique grandfather clock or an unnecessarily loud alarm clock or any other time piece for that matter.  This doesn’t change much, though, because I’m still rich with many minutes.

I’m not reckless with my minutes, but I’m not frugal either.  I strive to be productive and disciplined, making sure my minutes are always put to good use.  But, I can afford to wait for a minute in many situations, because to wait for a minute is to have patience.  And, in my mind, practicing patience is time well spent.

But I think this is rather rare.  Most people agree to wait for a minute, but end up tapping their foot on the ground to the beat of whatever song is stuck in their head at that particular moment because after several seconds they have reassessed the situation and have come to the ultimate conclusion that they don’t actually have the minute to spare.  They may have a quarter of a minute or half of a minute to spare, but a whole minute is far too precious.  They get angry and annoyed and anxious and agitated because you are wasting a minute that they think they don’t have to spare, even though they probably do, because, like me, they are rich with many minutes.

Keep this in mind.  Be generous with your minutes, and practice patience.  Because you a multimillionaire.  A multimillionaire of minutes.

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