I have been thinking a lot lately about things I need to do--like read more and write more. Fun things, both of them, but I don't seem to make time for them. I keep thinking the day will come when I'm able to just have more time.
More time might not solve all my problems. (I'm reminded of my favorite cult classic, Empire Records, where Liv Tyler's character hands a fellow actress a cupcake: "When did you have time to make these!?" "Dad says there are 24 usable hours in every day!" Turns out she's on speed--"What are these, huh? DIET PILLS?" I don't want to turn to any kind of narcotic to accomplish any more in a day.) More time would probably just create more stress and leave me with even less time to do what I really want to do.
So, I'll just enjoy the time I have and try to use it wisely. My mom likes to say that sometimes, you just have to let the dirt sit. Spend less time cleaning and more time living. And I agree. I'm kind of a compulsive cleaner (even if I do have a penchant for leaving dishes in the sink) but really, I'm gonna take more time to breathe. From now on.
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