I believe that we have an internal switch that gives us a reality check when we’re running in too many directions. When that switch goes off, it’s as if nothing is so important that it can’t wait.
I’m at that point now, which isn’t a bad thing. I can do so much and no more in a day and having realized that I’m not likely to make the editing deadline I set myself, I’m enjoying the process and making changes that I wouldn’t have made if I’d been in a hurry.
I didn’t manage to submit anything for the local creative writing competition, but that’s okay too. There’s always next year, assuming I live ‘til then.
For now, I’m focused on my son’s graduation tomorrow, getting him started in summer school, which begins next week and preparing him for the shock I’m sure he’ll feel when he makes the transition to high school in September.The school population will be a lot bigger than his present environment, with a whole new mix of characters.
Both life and writing goes on and knowing how to fit both in the time I have is important. I’m not sure why I’m feeling this relaxed, but it could be that I’m thinking about an acquaintance of mine who was buried yesterday, plus I read about that acrobatic artist who died during a performance.
Life is short and although time is precious, we won’t ever achieve more in a day than is ordained for us to do.
What say you?