Going, going, gone…
Each day seems to fly by in a whirl of incomplete tasks and half-managed achievements. Why do the ‘to-dos’ always outnumber the ‘have-dones’? Easter holidays? Ah well, yes, that could be a factor.
My day-to-day life in the past few weeks has consisted largely of:
- feeding small people and small animals
- breaking up fights
- ignoring housework
- tending to seedlings
- paying bills
- cleaning out guinea pigs
- managing ‘bike rides’ (note: I am duty-bound to run alongside my son holding him by the back of his jumper to prevent wobbles)
- thinking up creative and fun activities
In short, doing NOTHING by way of creative writing. NO poetry, NO prose, NO life writing, NO blog posts, NO notebooks. NOTHING.
Plus I have an essay deadline looming and I can almost hear the work piling up in the office three miles away.
BUT it’s OK. I’m spending time with my kids, every day re-learning the ins and outs of being a parent. Gathering fodder for my eventual work. There’ll be time to write when they don’t want to spend time with me any more. This is my choice and it feels right.