No one likes to listen to a whiner; particularly in January.
“Wahhh, I’m having trouble keeping my new goals!”
There are so many people who are out of work, starving and struggling for a normal existence. All I really need is sleep and time. I suppose at times like these, they are just as much a luxury as diamonds. Who am I to ask for more?
Still, there are days I truly understand why writers and artists end up single and starving. Creativity simply takes time, some days more than others, and time is so valuable. I struggle with how to divide it and how to decide if I can take any of newly discovered free time for myself or when I’m supposed to share it. Sharing makes me happy, but it can also be draining.
Sometimes I don’t mind writing my daily blog two hours after the day actually ends, even when I find myself waking up on the couch at 1AM, still needing to compose thoughts and words, only to wake up in 4.5 hours. Today I mind, and today I feel like I have nothing left to give. Even though it is late and certainly not earth shattering, at least I kept my goal.
I still didn’t make those damned Christmas cookies though…*
*Post-Christmas Cookie baking took a backseat to sharing my time with Grandmom on Saturday, forgive me?