I don’t have enough time to do all the things that I want to do. Yesterday I was in the mood to write, and though I did do some writing, I spent most of my day on other things. I went for a long, leisurely hike in the woods. When I got home, I played my piano. Before bedtime, I read some more of Savvy, which is the book that’s currently on my nightstand, and the first book that I’ve read for months.
I did these particular things because they are my primary hobbies. I have other hobbies, not to mention a slew of interests. One could say that I have too many. I know people who don’t really have any, and I feel sorry for them. How do they keep themselves busy when they don’t have to work? I could keep myself busy indefinitely. But right now, I don’t have the time to pursue any hobby whole-heartedly. And while I may complain about it, I know that it is in its own way a blessing. The other things that take up my time are my job, which pays the bills, and my kids, who are wonderful. I miss having tons of spare time, but I wouldn’t trade away my livelihood or my kids to have it.