No big revelation but life is all about balance and, currently, mine is a bit skewed. This is completely my own fault, having broken one of my own rules, one which I’ve written down and published.
I only work on one site at a time
And I’m not, I’m working on two, not to mention now having three blogs, and a monthly newsletter article to write.
Somehow, in the midst of all that, I’ve got to find some time to get to the gym. Yes, I’ve decided to try the gym, again. But having failed to find the time to read more books, how on earth am I gonna find the time to get to the gym.
I mean apart from all the time I spend playing games on the PlayStation, or generally noodling about online reading articles and blogs, or … sleeping … working … eating??
Part of me lives by the premise that is something is important enough I’ll get off my ass to do something about it. Part of me likes the comfort of what I know, and another part of me is constantly disappointed in myself as I do always want to better myself, and do the right thing and yet even writing this stuff done has me shaking my head at the angsty, whiny teenager that has appeared.
Honestly, you’d think that, at 35 years old, I’d have this shit figured out by now. Apparently not.
The problem according to my friend imogen is that “Love is a blind hore with a mental disease and no sense of humor”
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