In my last post, I wrote about time. I was feeling disappointed because I was expecting a large amount of time off from work, and it didn't happen. If you happen to read that earlier post and it sounds whiney, it probably is.
The beautiful thing about disappointment is how you handle it in the aftermath. I decided, so as not to let my brain explode, that would start immediately to take back my time. Writing about it helped a lot. As I wrote, I remembered that time is an illusion anyways. Then I realized I could create more time in my life if I wanted too. I don't mean by bending the perception of the universe (although that is fun to try too), but dammit- how much time do I spend watching TV again? Jeezuz!
I had this list of stuff I wanted to do when I got my vacation, but why couldn't I make time to do a lot of that stuff now? The next day I started going to the gym again. I went every day for a week until they were closed on Sunday. Monday, Furly went into the hospital for three days. After that he quit drinking, and therefore, I cut way back myself. You forget how much energy and time is wasted just consuming sometimes. I was ready for creating, not consuming. After a week of dealing with doctors and stuff, I got right back on the horse and worked out every day again this week.
So, I have conquered the first thing (Oh and I started writing, right?) I spend less time sitting and watching the tube than before. I need to start tackling some of the other things on the list too. I want to take a yoga class. I want to record my next album. I want to book more shows and take care of the house and see my friends and all of that. I can't blame not doing those things on having to go to work.
The silver lining here is plain: If I hadn't thought so long what I could do with extra time, I would not be so motivated to make some. If I hadn't expected a big change in my life, I wouldn't have known that I wanted one. And so, "up from the ashes grow the roses of success"!
