The real wisdom here isn't permission to be idle—it's a gentle correction to our tyranny of productivity. Most of us have internalized the notion that time's value depends on output, as though an afternoon spent reading poetry or sketching badly is somehow stolen from a proper life. What Troly-Curtin observes is that joy itself is the purpose, not a byproduct; a parent playing an unhurried board game with their child on a Saturday isn't "wasting" anything, even if nothing gets crossed off a to-do list. She's asking us to notice the difference between time we resent spending and time that satisfies—and to recognize that the second kind is never wasted, however the world might judge it.