I need to accept that I only really have time to do one thing a day. The way I have structured my life lately, I wake up, perhaps run, work, eat dinner and then go to bed. My runs are the one piece of additional activity I’ve odds on the past eight months. If I had my druthers, I’d stay in bed with the doggies longer, but, clearly, that’s not a well-rounded life.
The almost-midnight typing into this phone don’t count as writing. There’s rarely time set aside for reading. And I can’t remember how many days it’s been since I knit. What about being social, writing letters, responding to personal email, cooking, meditation, drawing and yoga? I need to track down (hunt and kill) more time to do more important things.