This post will be slightly different than others that I have written in the past.
I have been negligent of writing and of tending to my creative abilities as of late. Schooling, new jobs, house hunting, and other hobbies have all seemed to take precedent over writing...
a grievous sin, of which I am well aware, but bear with me...
Someone once asked me, in a small coffee and sandwich shop, what my dream was. He asked me, what gets me going in the morning, more than anything, what is it I want to strive towards. I answered, and shared with him something that perhaps he wasnt expecting.
And now, thinking back on that memory, looking back on the past few years, with everything that has gone on, I begin to understand the phrase
make time...
There is only so much mental energy, and prioritization needs to be done. Thank god for chocolate and protein shakes.
Are my dreams still important to me? Have I sold out for an easy living? I don't think so.
I could say that I have been telling myself stories of self deprecation and fear mongering, but that wouldn't be true. The truth of these past couple years, with all of their ups and downs, is this.
I haven't loved writing as much as I used to in times past. The addiction isn't there anymore, yet even this blog is evidence of its resurgence. HA!
No, that isnt it either.
I simply haven't made time. I have been making excuses not to write. I figured that if I have time to write, I have time to do other things... house chores, my thesis, get dinner ready.
I simply need to MAKE TIME.
A line from the band COLORS, keeps playing over and over in my head. The song is called Soledad, and it has a lot of meaning to me (you can read the lyrics at http://www.azchords.com/c/colors-tabs-6243/soledad-tabs-103479.html).
One particular line is this:
Every now and again, somebody is going to say, "How much for your dreams? Tell me, what can I pay?"
How cheaply do we sell away our dreams? How short do we sell ourselves in our day to day activities? How often would some of us (raises hand) binge out on a favorite series, realizing later that those hours could have been spent refining talents and capabilities?
I need to MAKE TIME to write and get back into this.
I have been negligent of writing and of tending to my creative abilities as of late. Schooling, new jobs, house hunting, and other hobbies have all seemed to take precedent over writing...
a grievous sin, of which I am well aware, but bear with me...
Someone once asked me, in a small coffee and sandwich shop, what my dream was. He asked me, what gets me going in the morning, more than anything, what is it I want to strive towards. I answered, and shared with him something that perhaps he wasnt expecting.
And now, thinking back on that memory, looking back on the past few years, with everything that has gone on, I begin to understand the phrase
make time...
There is only so much mental energy, and prioritization needs to be done. Thank god for chocolate and protein shakes.
Are my dreams still important to me? Have I sold out for an easy living? I don't think so.
I could say that I have been telling myself stories of self deprecation and fear mongering, but that wouldn't be true. The truth of these past couple years, with all of their ups and downs, is this.
I haven't loved writing as much as I used to in times past. The addiction isn't there anymore, yet even this blog is evidence of its resurgence. HA!
No, that isnt it either.
I simply haven't made time. I have been making excuses not to write. I figured that if I have time to write, I have time to do other things... house chores, my thesis, get dinner ready.
I simply need to MAKE TIME.
A line from the band COLORS, keeps playing over and over in my head. The song is called Soledad, and it has a lot of meaning to me (you can read the lyrics at http://www.azchords.com/c/colors-tabs-6243/soledad-tabs-103479.html).
One particular line is this:
Every now and again, somebody is going to say, "How much for your dreams? Tell me, what can I pay?"
How cheaply do we sell away our dreams? How short do we sell ourselves in our day to day activities? How often would some of us (raises hand) binge out on a favorite series, realizing later that those hours could have been spent refining talents and capabilities?
I need to MAKE TIME to write and get back into this.
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