The Longest Short Day Ever

How can a day seem so long, but also feel way too short?  There’s just so much to do! 

This new year I have made myself a lot of goals.  This blog and writing every day have been some of my biggest goals. Returning to the writer’s group and perhaps joining a few other groups is another. 

Unrelated to writing, I’ve also put some health goals down as well, including a new commitment with my mom and my sister to walk at least 2 miles a day at least 3 days a week.  They are going to London and to Paris in a few months and need to get in walking shape for all their grand adventures.  While I am ridiculously jealous of the trip (Oh my goodness, London!), I am happy to share their commitment. 

So I’ve begun walking almost every night.   I’ve managed to find a way to maximize that time however.  I am using my treadmill time to catch up on episodes of Sherlock (with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman going all around London).  Alas this will be the closest I get to London for awhile.  It sure is fun though!

I must say with my writing, blogging and walking goals, I’m finding it difficult to cram all of that into my already full life.  I work a full time job that comes with a very long commute and then have a busy family life.  Lately I’m finding that I wish I had about two or three more hours to do all the things I want, but then am also finding that I am more than ready to call it a day.  It seems an odd juxtaposition. 

Despite the feeling of not having enough time, I start each new day excited about the goals I’ve set, the direction I am heading because of them and I do my best to be grateful for every moment of this busy life.