I would spend much more time at this spot, writing, if I had my druthers (isn’t that a wonderful word?). But, I have a mortgage instead. Thankfully, I also have a job that pays the mortgage.
Oh, but my druthers… my druthers are so much more pleasant to think about.
There are so many things I want to write and plan and paint and do. Just not enough hours in the day for them all. And I’m making use of all of my hours as best I can. I barely stop all day long, and well into the night. I’m wasting as few of them sleeping as possible. I’m using them all. But there still aren’t enough.
Who do I talk to about having more hours per day? Who’s in charge?.