So somehow, I managed to not post at all over the last part of the week. I’ve got plenty of excuses, of course. Wednesday we had people from the home office in town and went out to dinner. Thursday was the first night of dog training classes. And Friday we got to watch an astrophysics lecture in a big theater. So for one reason or another, and given the fact that I had already burned through my buffer, I didn’t end up writing at all during the latter part of last week.
There was a time when I would have felt really guilty about that. And don’t get me wrong, a part of me still feels bad. But it’s becoming more and more apparent to me that writing isn’t the priority that I sometimes think it is.
People say things like “If you truly want to do something, you’ll find time to do it.” And I imagine that’s true to a certain extent. But I find myself in the situation of having so much I want to do, that I’m always pulled in several directions. And for better or worse, my free time isn’t what it used to be. I have to work. I have to do the basic upkeep like grocery shopping and laundry. I have to take care of the dog. I want to read. I want to write. I want to play video games. I want to watch TV shows on Netflix. I want to continue fighting and growing in the SCA. I need to sleep.
I know I’ve made excuse posts in the past, but that’s not quite what this is. This is more me lamenting that I can’t do all the things I want to. And I don’t see a good way around that. I guess there’s not much more I can do beyond enjoying the activities I have time for and not letting thoughts of all the other stuff I need/want to do distract me too much.