Tonight was brilliant. Tonight I came home from work, tuned out all of the outer distractions and got caught up on reading the many blogs I follow and have been missing recently.
Starting a new job always means putting in a few extra hours to learn the ropes – a few extraneous minutes of time to make the new bosses happy that they made the decision to bring you into the fold of their team. But with that additional effort comes the realization that other parts of your life suffer in the wake of your desire to be appreciated and recognized.
Lately, my writing has been staggered, at best, and my reading has resembled something close to non-existent. Life will return to normal when the summer staff come to ease to burden of my multi-tasking, but until then I will steal any moment I can to form thoughts into words and to catch up with others afflicted by the same writing bug that infects my mind.
I appreciate their sentiments, I get lost in their prose and I long for the precious minutes that thoughts form sentences that have meaning. I yearn for those cherished seconds that words escape from my mind without giving the ideas a second thought. Contemplation percolates, idioms spill and paragraphs are created.
(image credit: imedia.brooks.ac.uk)
To blog or not to blog is not the question. The only query that remains is how to create more hours in the day to do all of the things I need to do and save times for the things I truly love to do.