Not Enough Time To Do What You Love

I always thought of myself as a writer. In the back of my mind I constantly hold an idea of one day being a writer. Only if I had more time, more resources. But when I actually do have free time, do I rush to my laptop and start typing? No. There is always a million of other things to be done. Are those things more important? Not really, no. But I continuously look for something to occupy myself with. To avoid writing. And I tell myself that I have to do those other things because they are on my list, even though I was the one who created the list. Sitting down and writing wasn’t on top of it. And I couldn’t understand why I was doing it. Read More

Mr. Cogsworth