Its hard for me to accept how much time passes between the moments I actually do what I want. Sure I choose what to do but I feel that some things just have to be done while other things continually sit at the bottom of the list.
I am trying to make a point of doing something for myself as often as possible. I am reading more frequently now. I still crochet regularly which started before the holidays (I succeeded in making 7 scarves before the Christmas deadline). I just downloaded GIMP and am making plans to delve into more digital forms of artistic expression again. I want to draw and paint again.
Realistically speaking, with work sucking my stamina and time out of most days of the week, I won’t achieve all that I want to unless I sacrifice something. It’s logical. Right? The problem lies here. Do I let the house fall into further disorganized chaos? Do I let more dirty dishes pile up in the sink? Do I deprive my pets of playtime and interaction?
I suppose I will continue to jump at the fleeting moments I find to crochet one more row or read one more page… its all I have right now. I refuse to let go of these because of what happened in my past. I lose myself when I neglect my creative side. I know this and learned a great deal from the experience.
I keep hoping that some opportunity will present itself that will open up more time in my life for me. Until then, forgive my less than regularly posts.
Be well.
