One good friend (by the way, she is overweight) complained to me that she did not have enough time. I was very surprised: “How is this?” For me, time is an inexhaustible resource that is limited only by my physiological capabilities. Everyone can take as much as they want! So why does someone refuse to take as much time as he (she) needs and live in a time shortage? My husband often jokingly says that women have two terrible problems: having nothing to wear and nowhere to put them . It seems to me that sometimes people play the same way. Surprisingly, they find time to get tired, but not to live! How? Imagine that time is a river. You come to this river every day for water and fill a full jug. You can use the water from this jug in very different ways: you can pour water from empty conversations (for example, while looking at the television screen); you can prepare your daily food in the literal or figurative (earning a living) sense; you can wash away the dust and dirt of the street while chatting with friends; you can feed the sprouts of the future with fresh water, giving your time to children... And most importantly, quench your thirst in time: the thirst for development, the thirst for joy, the thirst for peace, the thirst for communication and much more. Then there will be enough water for everything. So why does your own thirst remain unquenched, and the water in the jug runs out? Where does time go in vain? If life is a garden that we grow, then why does it bear bitter fruits? A friend said that she has to do a lot all the time: she has to “plow” at work, she has to check the children’s homework, she has to keep the apartment perfectly clean, she has to work with my husband at the dacha, I have to go help my mother, I have to, I have to, I have to….Oh! Just awful! It’s as if her boss, her children, her husband, and her mother are impudently taking water from her jug ​​of time! Well, what feelings can you have for them?! I wouldn't wish such a life on my enemy. So how did you, dear friend, get to her? You pour the time of your life into someone else's garden when yours dries up. And there, in someone else’s garden, a swamp forms, in which fruits also cannot grow... What can you do with pleasure? Make this your profession and at work you will live, live fully and joyfully. What do you really want to do with children? Maybe by painting the boards with Gorodets paintings with them, you will give them more than taking away responsibility for school life from them. And your husband will probably be more pleased with a happily prepared dinner than with your grumbling and whining in the garden. Mom. Yes, moms are always a different story... What do you need from your children? What if we just lived happily, and maybe a few words of love? For your mother, you are the same child... And then, perhaps, you will have time to take care of your SILENCE. Lose excess weight and gain freedom, beauty, health. Make your mother, children, and spouse happy with yourself calm, confident and harmonious. And I will be happy to help everyone who wants to find harmony, harmony in relationships, or simply discover something new in themselves. Psychology is what I do with pleasure, and this is my profession =) Sincerely, Elena.