“…if I’m not writing, I’m not well. If I’m not writing, the world around me is slowly leached of its color. my senses are dulled. I am crabby with my husband, short-tempered with my kid, and more inclined to see small things wrong with my house (the crack in the ceiling, the smudge prints along the staircase wall) than look out the window at the blazing maple tree, the family of geese making its way across the driveway. If I’m not writing, my heart hardens, rather than lifts.” – Dani Shpiro, Still Writing
Do you ever catch yourself thinking about the interests you abandoned or the ones you want to pursue, the projects you wish you could work on, the things in your community you wish would change or the art you’ve been putting on the back burner because life is just too busy?
Family, job, household, school, community; those hats you wear that eat at your days, weeks and months. But yet, you lie in bed thinking about those things you wish you would be doing and making time for.