Have you ever just been so busy in life that when you are forced to take a breath, you realize that while you have been running on the hamster wheel of life, everyone else is taking a leisurely stroll, and making more progress than you? That is how I've been feeling lately. Today, I took some time to work on my horrible housekeeping skills (i.e. cleaning the sadly neglected bathroom) and it gave me time to think and reflect. I need to slow down! Is there a reason I need to feel like if I don't write a thousand words a day, I am not making progress towards anything related to writing? Is there a reason why I can't take a minute to jot down a few ideas and call it good?
What a conundrum. All I can say is that I have friends and family going through a lot right now and I haven't been as attentive as I should, because my "dreams" are filling up more space than they ought. One of my "dreams" is to have balance. So, how ironic is it that another of my dreams is causing that one to shift precariously to the side?
So, today my bathroom is clean, most of my laundry is done, and I've even managed to do some scrapbooking on my computer. All the writing I'm doing, is a very quick blog post, and I'm calling it good. Feels a little weird, but at least I wrote something!