I’m so tired, Lord, so very tired. Trying to keep up with the demands of house and work and school but trying to overcome the need to write. In a previous post I mentioned the Oracle that gave me the green light on writing, but that’s just as fantastical as my own irrational mind in claiming that what I want to do is more important than what I have to do. I’m a grownup and must either manage to do it all or manage to organize and prioritize, and fooling myself into thinking I can do it all is unreasonable and silly.
So we’re back to the topic of Time, that powerful force that offers unlimited possibilities or rules one’s life with guilt and stress. And I’m not alone in this; substitute any passion or hobby in place of writing and we’re all in the same race trying to enjoy the pitstops when we’re almost out of gas or the tires are wearing thin. Unless we’re one of the lucky few who enjoy the race in and of itself.
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