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The funny thing with having lots more time is that you waste a lot more of it.
Despite now having the luxury of sitting at my desk uninterrupted for several hours a day, should I so wish, I cannot seem to put pen (virtual or otherwise) to paper.
I desperately want to get some of the words out of my head, but they are proving tricky to catch and tame.
Photos I can do. Narratives on a day out I can do. The Prompt I can do.
Anything more meaningful, thoughtful, difficult, interesting, important, emotional.
Nope, just not happening.
I have so many ideas! [So many in fact, that other people keep writing them first and I think damn, they nailed it; let’s put that one back in drafts for awhile. *ahem*]
So what’s stopping me, really?
Time. It feels like I have too much of it, and not enough.
But is that really the case?
Time is a created thing. To say ‘I don’t have time’ is like saying, ‘I don’t want to’.
Perhaps I am trying to do the wrong things. Perhaps I am trying to write what I feel I should, or what I think people want to read. Perhaps I should just be writing, anything at all. Perhaps I am overthinking everything!
So, I’m taking a week off.
From Sunday, I will be on a virtual holiday.
If I write something, I might publish it. I might not.
There will be no linking. There will be no Prompt (it will be back on 1 November).
I will waste some time. I will luxuriate in the time that I have. I will spend some time on me.
And hopefully, I will catch some of those tricky words and get them out of my head and onto paper.
Because, perhaps all I need to do is leave them alone for awhile.
Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone. Alan W. Watts