I feel like I should say something.
If only I knew what it was. I like this idea you hear writers talk about, their "daily pages," a way to just keep the muscles from atrophying. I don't think daily pages are usually posted online, and I don't fashion myself a writer anyway, but what the hell, this is easier for me than a Google doc.
Lately it's been bothering me how there's never enough time for anything. Or rather, there's never enough time to do anything right.
I have a job, I want to be good at it. I try to work out regularly to improve fitness and feel good physically. I want to watch one or two TV shows so I can have something to talk about with other humans. I need to practice acting (by way of acting class) because it brings me the joy of being present and unthinking. My God, there are so many books I want to read, ones already sitting on my shelf and others adding pages to my Amazon wish list. I have a beautiful wife, great friends, and a big family, and I want to spend time with them and be a part of their lives. I have a garden I need to cultivate and maintain. There are places in this city, this state, this country, and this world that I have never explored and am very curious to visit. I enjoy cooking, which requires more time than it should because I'm not terribly proficient at it. I like to keep a clean home, which necessitates cleaning (vicious circle). Every 3,000 miles or so, my car needs its oil changed, its tires rotated. And some days, I really like to do nothing at all.
It pains me the things I am not getting to at any given time. It's not like I can even take it one or two things at a time. Nothing above can be neglected or saved for later. There's just not enough damn time to do it all (Except work, which always gets 110%. Hello, Boss).
Basically, I feel like Brennan Huff sitting in his required therapy sessions asking, "What happens when there's inclement weather? Where do you...? What do you wear?"