I have not felt terribly like writing the last two weeks, as many of you can tell. I’ve been trying to maintain a reasonable level of busy-ness this holiday season, and overall it’s been pretty good, but I just haven’t had the mental energy to write. I have been trying to shop less, minimize the time I spend vulnerable to sales on cute clothes and things I don’t really need for the house. I really want to save more money, just like I really want to go to the gym more often, but somehow it never really happens. There is a part of me that is really lazy. I mean, I’m a hard worker, but there are a lot of things I want to do and feel like I never have time for. Or maybe that’s because my job totally consumes my life? I don’t know. Would anything be different if I had a less stressful job? Or a job where I didn’t have to be so responsible for so many things? I don’t know. I want to spend time writing, taking a class here and there, and still have a decent amount of (the hated word) “balance” to take care of myself, my home, etc. It’s just so hard, and I don’t even have children. When I see mothers in the restaurant carrying, pulling, dragging children with them, it freaks me out. I am not ready for that kind of committment. Even married, I am very independent, and always have been. I can’t imagine having to worry about a child when going about my daily doings. Not that I am particularly considering children, but lately I see more and more women who look my age or younger towing one or two kids. I don’t know where I am going with this post at all, and this lame ending just illustrates how un-blogging my mood is. Alas..
thoughts about time