A couple of weeks ago I blogged about my daily schedule, and where all my time goes. In that post I expressed my desire to better manage my time, make some positive changes, etc. While I haven't yet begun keeping a new timesheet to monitor my progress, I do know one thing: it's not working.
There simply aren't enough hours in the day, and I'm trying to do too much. I want to be a good wife, a good mother, a writer, take time to exercise regularly, and still give myself some free time to just relax and recharge. We're planning on moving again, once we can get out of this lease, so I have to start organizing things in the house to make that a little easier when the time comes. Much of what I'm doing I can't let go of. My marriage--like everyone's--need's work. My kids are very young, and need a lot of attention. Exercise is very important for my continued existence on this earth, and I'll suck at everything if I reduce what little down time I have now. Which leaves writing.
I've always wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first poem and my first short story when I was six years old. I wrote my first novel in high school. (None of it's ever been published, and that atrocious novel never will be.) I have a number of nonfiction books I'd like to write, and a new novel is living fully formed in my imagination. But I don't have time to sit down and write any of it. I've found that what little writing time I do have is going towards this blog.
I started this blog on a whim, and it's been fun. But it's taking more time than I believe it's worth. I'm not completely giving up on it, but I'm going to switch to posting on it only when I feel inspired, rather than every Tuesday morning (or, lately, afternoon) as I originally intended. If you've been following me regularly, thank you, and please continue to do so, but also please be patient if it's a while between posts.
Until we meet again!