I find myself thinking about time a lot lately. I’m getting older – 42 – and it’s getting harder to prioritize everything that I want to do in a given day, especially since I have a young son who I watch during the morning before getting a brief two-hour-and change respite while he’s in preschool. That time melts like water when I’m doing household work, though I can squeeze some writing in the meantime too – the paid work, that it. Anything that pays gets first priority.
It’s after my wife has gotten our son to sleep and I have finished anything that I need to do that I then turn my attention to what I want to do – in a very finite amount of time. My goal is to go to bed every night feeling like I have wrung every ounce of creativity that I could… but I often find myself heading to the bedroom at a later hour with a very tired body… and a mind that is still whirring at a very high rate of speed. That mind’s constantly giving me suggestions: “Ooh! I want to draw this. Oh, wait! I want to write about this.” It’s a pity I’m not ambidextrous enough to be able to draw with one hand and write with the other. That would be a hoot, wouldn’t it? Oh so productive too….
They say blogs are regularly abandoned. Lord knows I’ve been guilty of that in the past… but I also feel like I can do so much with this blog while also doing my other stuff. One thing that has always led to my inaction has been “Oh, it’s too late to write anything..” and that builds day after day after day. I’m not going to let that happen this time.
I’m getting back on the horse and I’m going to stay on there.