There is No Time

There is No Time

I don't know where the time goes.

My work hours are long, to be sure. Out the door before 7am to hit the gym a little before work. Back home around 8pm if I'm lucky. More often past 8pm. Ideally trying to sleep by midnight or 1am, which does not leave a lot of time for the creative endeavors. That's about 4 hours of "freedom" in a weekday.

I've got to be better about getting the most out of that time.

Okay. I can do this. I know I have too many "creative procrastination projects" I'm juggling, but I can get them done, I just need to hunker down. I need to get these projects done and finish writing the play I've been kicking around for too long now. I am so frustrated with my lack of progress, but I'm not going to waste more time on self-flagellation.

Each day is a new opportunity to do better.