Time (a lack thereof)

Hey.

Oh, I love blogging. I love it. I love it. I love it. There’s something about being able to transfer some of the thoughts in one’s mind onto an electrical device, internet capable that then enables another individual to either happen upon it or to subscribe to purposefully read it every instance the author decides. It’s marvelous, it’s grand, it’s…. hard to maintain.

In the words of my grandmother: “I’m not complaining, I’m just explaining.”

I feel that most of the time management philosophies are bologna- I find it hard to believe they wrote them (or better yet sell them) with a straight face. Some days I feel it’d be easier to ask for and be granted more hours in the day than to adapt to some of their suggestions. It’s even harder to express to a non-writer how difficult it is to be able to blog more. Don’t get me wrong I still average about 1 post every 2-3 days but I feel if I had more time I could actually research things and perhaps specialize a portion of blog to help enhance people’s lives more than just from a conversational aspect.

I enjoy this aspect though- conversing back and forth with others. I do love this and would prefer to be able to do this versus becoming some huge, formal blog space where comments are mostly never replied to. I’m saying I’d love to be fancy but I do appreciate exactly where I’m at, as well.

I’m an author, writer, daughter, sibling, dog-owner, hospital worker, someone’s girlfriend and generally a lover of non-writing free time- I simply wish there were more hours in the day. Everything and anything that’s done well in any aspect- requires time and dedication. I’d like to request more of that please and thank you.

Am I the only one?

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