Wasted Time

I feel like there is not enough time. What is more true is that I just don't use it properly. I get sucked into a tv or web surfing too easily. I tweak lists rather than completing the tasks. I create spontaneous little projects that distract from things I've been planning to do. I spend more time thinking about what I need to do than actually doing it. Has it always been this way? I thought I had beat this, at least a little.

I need to find what is important, and I need to do it. I need to find the drive to do things because it gives me pride to have done them. I need to regain focus. I am not living up to my potential artistically, professionally, or domestically. I can do better. I should do better. Otherwise I am just wasting away.

Slacking

I already skipped a day. I thought about writing yesterday, but that doesn't count, does it?

Writing for me is like exercise. I never want to do it. I postpone doing it. Then, once I do it, I feel so good that I don't want to stop. But I have to stop. At least for now. I have work to be doing.

A New Beginning

I need to return to the habit of writing. It's scary how easy it was to let the habit fall away. It has been months. Friends say it's justified; I am busy with so many other things. Still, I feel that even if I don't have the time to dedicate to a big project I should put together words in something other than emails or policy documents (i.e. the day job). I will return to the world of thoughts become text. And I will do it here.