While in my post-houseguest coma today, I languished on the couch and watched Dr. Phil dispense common sense and pithy wisdom. His wife got into the act too. The gist of what they said was that women can and should take care of themselves and their own needs. (what a shocking concept!) Make your wants and desires known to whoever you're partnered up with, and pace yourself for the long haul because, otherwise, you'll be old and burned out someday. It's so much better to be old and rested up, apparently. This is vintage wisdom being repackaged because few women ever manage to figure out that it's not evil to indulge in some self-indulgence once in a while.
So, I was thinking about a friend who is a talented writer but never has time to write. This friend has all of the usual responsibilities of hearth, home, and family. Travels and goes to the gym but never has the time to be "selfish". Someday this relatively young person will be old.
No one ever says, "I'm decrepit and about to shuffle off this mortal coil but, by golly, I kept a clean house so it was a life well-lived." Nope. Nobody says crap like that. Studies have shown that it's not what you did with your life that causes those deathbed regrets. It's the things you didn't do. If you've gone as far as to start writing that novel, you will always wonder what it would have been like to finish.
I did some cyphering (using the archaic meaning to do arithmetic-I don't know why I talk funny, I just do) and came up with some numbers. If you wrote for 30 minutes a day for one year, that would add up to 10,950 minutes or, 182.5 hours of writing time. If you could type two pages each session, that would come to 365 pages. Voila! a book of some sort.
Claim your personal territory and do the things that will enhance who you are.
So, I was thinking about a friend who is a talented writer but never has time to write. This friend has all of the usual responsibilities of hearth, home, and family. Travels and goes to the gym but never has the time to be "selfish". Someday this relatively young person will be old.
No one ever says, "I'm decrepit and about to shuffle off this mortal coil but, by golly, I kept a clean house so it was a life well-lived." Nope. Nobody says crap like that. Studies have shown that it's not what you did with your life that causes those deathbed regrets. It's the things you didn't do. If you've gone as far as to start writing that novel, you will always wonder what it would have been like to finish.
I did some cyphering (using the archaic meaning to do arithmetic-I don't know why I talk funny, I just do) and came up with some numbers. If you wrote for 30 minutes a day for one year, that would add up to 10,950 minutes or, 182.5 hours of writing time. If you could type two pages each session, that would come to 365 pages. Voila! a book of some sort.
Claim your personal territory and do the things that will enhance who you are.
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