I had a birthday earlier this week. It comes at a point in my life when I thought I would have accomplished a lot more than I have. I'm really disappointed in my self.
Thankfully, the misery that is now called work has shocked me into doing something about this. I'm working on my own writing again, with a deadline in my head. I have to do this; writing is my dream.
But real life is a bitch, what can I say. After working for eight hours a day, being away from home for nine, I'm exhausted when I get home - and have to work out and eat dinner before I can even think of doing something else. The are not, literally, enough hours in the day.
After the craziness of last year - getting married and all that entails - I thought this year would be quiet. Not so. It's not a bad thing, I like everything that we've done this year... But I could use some occasional quiet time.
Maybe there will be a few quiet weeks in November. Maybe. Before Thanksgiving, another cruise, and Christmas. Oy. I mean, yay! But....oy.
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