I know when the witching hour is, now when is the blogging hour again?

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I have a full life. By full, I mean busy.  I work full-time and my job is almost always stressful these days. I am in a position that carries a great deal of responsibility. I often have to make decisions that not the easy thing or the popular thing.  I could find another job in my field that was more fun,  but I feel that what I am doing now is important and makes a difference so I will keep doing it.

A typical week day for me involves getting up before the sun comes up, working until the sun is going down, doing some sort of physical activity, figuring out what to eat for dinner, doing a few household chores, getting organized for the next day, reading or crafting and then heading to bed so it can start all over again. (I am going to add 30 minutes of yoga to my morning routine starting tomorrow. I am sure this will improve my day-NO REALLY, I do).

I am on call 24/7. It is always possible that I will get a call in the middle of the night or on the weekend about some situation that needs to be addressed. These calls almost always result in an internal debate about whether I need to call or text the “boss” immediately with an update or if the information can wait until the next morning. Even though I have been working under the same guy for years, I still can’t guess what he wants about 50% of the time. This sad truth is usually the most stressful part of the entire situation.

A typical  weekends is spent catching up on housework, shopping, cooking, walking and visiting family (every other weekend or so). When additional things are added to the weekend, and they often are, everything shifts a bit and I catch up as best I can. This means that my house is a bit messy, we eat out a bit more than usual, the projects have to wait, but the weekend add-ins are worth it.

A little under a year ago I added volunteering at the animal shelter to my routine. Some people thought I was crazy to add one more thing to my week and they did not hesitate in telling me so.  I think they worried that this one last thing would be the thing that disrupted the balance and started the dominos falling, they had reason to be worried.  It has turned out to be 3 hours a week that I really look forward to. I started volunteering on Saturday afternoons and that broke up the day so I didn’t get anything else done.  I moved to Saturday afternoon but that wasn’t much better and after a while the number of volunteers seemed to outnumber the dogs. That was making me bitter because I felt like I was giving up 3 hours of my weekend for no good reason. I moved over  to the Wednesday night shift and BINGO! Perfect fit for my week. Gives me a mid-week happy mood boost (cuddling dogs = happy mood) and doesn’t interrupt my weekend. Volunteering makes me happy.

Sometimes in the evenings or on the weekend I just don’t feel like writing or doing anything other than shutting my brain off and nodding a few times as my husband talks to me.  Inevitably, when I don’t take the time to write, I feel like I have forgotten to do something important and then regret not writing.   It is a bit like exercising, I don’t usually want to do it, but I feel better after I have.

Currently I write whenever I have some ” down” time. I have written blog posts while riding in the car, waiting to be called for jury duty, at a doctor’s appointment, on an airplane, while watching TV and, my personal favorite, while having my hair cut (and by cut, I mean cut, colored and generally made presentable).  This leads to my posting of blogs being a bit erratic.  I hope the 3 of you who read my blog don’t mind too much.

I am glad my life is so full.   I have made peace with the stress. I think I would be bored  without a little stress in my life. Writing has been a passion of mine since I was in elementary school so I plan to continue to do it whenever and wherever I can (thank goodness for Steve Job’s and his magical iPad, may he rest in peace…).

Well, my hair is done (thanks Thomas) so I have got to go. Where and how do you find time to write?

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Comments

  1. I have always been a big proponent of following your heart and doing exactly what you want to do. It sounds so simple, right? But there are people who spend years—decades, even—trying to find a true sense of purpose for themselves. My advice? Just find the thing you enjoy doing more than anything else, your one true passion, and do it for the rest of your life on nights and weekends when you’re exhausted and cranky and just want to go to bed.