I am having trouble finding the time to actually do everything I’d like to do. There are some amazing blogs here and I want to really delve into them and read back “issues” but find I can barely keep up with the current posts.
I try to spend only one hour a day blogging/reading blogs. Obviously that is not nearly enough to read all of the posts I’d like to. Some days I spend 3-4 hours reading and commenting. Part of me feels I am “wasting” my time, because there is a beautiful world out there that I tend not to participate in.
Then there’s my writing. I can usually find the time to post a short blog, and I dabble a bit in Haiku, but my journaling? Not enough time. My novel? No time. I’m too busy the rest of the day I’ve got dishes to wash, laundry to fold, a MIL to taxi, a son to talk to, a grandson to play with, a book I want to finish. Then I have to find the time to spend one on one with husband. There never seems to be enough time left for me.
I want to learn to spin yarn and thread, and eventually learn to weave. Don’t know why, I just do. I have found a lady nearby who will teach me, and I will contact her to set up an appointment to start my lessons soon.
I want to do comedy and audition for the local small theater groups.
Do I want too much? Am I trying to do too much? Do I need more help? Do I need to demand more out of others? Probably. People tell me I shouldn’t have to do everything, but I am finding it difficult not to do it myself, because otherwise it just doesn’t get done. It may get started, but never finished.
Today feels just like I felt several weeks ago. Well, not that bad, but I feel edgy. I find myself locked in my room away from people. I’d go for a walk, but my ankle hasn’t quite healed well enough. My right leg gets so tired, and my right hip starts to hurt with putting all my weight on that side. I should be walking my normal hour+ per day next week (I hope). And able to do Tai Chi and Zumba by the week after (I hope).