It’s impossible to have a full-time job and be a full-time mom, let alone have any time left for oneself, and I’ve been feeling that very keenly lately. I’ve had to let a lot of things slide, and feeling bad about that has caused me to allow yet other things to slide. Not good. So I’ve been concentrating on finding time for me. I’m rereading one of my favorite books (Magician by Raymond E. Feist). I’ve been listening to Muse and Coldplay. I’ve been practicing piano pieces by Chopin, Debussy, and Ryuichi Sakamoto. I’ve even managed to take a few hikes.
It’s a start, but still not enough. Writing is something that I enjoy, too, and seeing this blog so empty depresses me. It’s November, and I ought to be writing a novel, but I would settle for a couple of blog posts! At the least, I ought to post about the kids’ soccer season and show you some pictures from my recent hikes. So my modest goal for this month is to write two posts. Just two. And if I can’t manage that, well, then I’ll really have reason to feel sorry for myself!