When challenged by time and work, I rarely take time to write. In fact I rarely take time to do anything personal. It’s a balancing act. I think most people are like that. The thing is, am I thinking of writing as a hobby or just something I do if there’s time? Should I be thinking of writing as necessary, as the necessary things of life?
I often worked more than 50 hours a week for my past employers. I worked because I enjoy work, and because I could. My husband never complained. I didn’t feel missed. Now, my husband is working lots of hours. I do miss him. I want him to know it matters and I do miss him. I feel like it would have made a difference to me to know that.
I think I can live without Twitter. I am pretty sure I can’t live without Facebook. I love being connected to old schoolmates, and relatives, and new writer friends.
Our new electric company sends bills out every two months. I love that.
Recently I wrote some encouraging words to someone. It was like a balm for a very weary worker. We should encourage each other more.