You may like to sit around a lot, yet your body likes to move. That's what your body was made for. You have a physical body while you are on the physical plane. What do you have it for if not to move?

Even a newborn baby moves its arms and legs.

Of course, your body rests too. Exercise. Rest. Exercise. Rest. There is a rhythm, sort of like the way an inchworm moves. Pull, stop. Pull, stop. Toward, stop. Toward, stop. Pull, catch up, pull some more, stop some more.

In this script of life that We co-author, We leave a lot out. We leave a lot out so there are lines to read between, so that you have lines to read between. We leave a lot to your imagination. We leave spaces for you to jump over. We leave Silence to have its say.

Your script has deliberate blanks in it. As you progress further, you are better able to read the blanks. You go into the depths of what is not written but yet can be understood. You read the underlying theme. The blanks play a supreme role. They are your balance point.

There is not a moment wasted. All the moments you think you waste are okay. They provide ballast for you. They are spacers. They are called for. You cannot be going full-steam every moment. You are entitled to some idle time. You are entitled to time in between. You are entitled to breathe. Perhaps no one ever told you that before. Breathe, My children, breathe.

When you consider that, in the true arena of life, time does not exist, how then can time be wasted? How can what is not and never was be wasted? Is it not a fact in the world that energy can never be wasted?