|I love to paint. It is so therapeutic and a fantastic outlet for my creativity. I just finished a great mural… It took me 2 years to paint. Not because it’s a masterpiece or is incredibly complicated and artistic, because I am absolutely incapable of managing my personal time efficiently.
I also love to blog, but if you look at this blog you will see I post less than once a week. Some of the other things I enjoy doing/should be doing but feature very little in my life of late:
I started a kitchen cupboard 2 years ago and never finished it, there has been a wall tile missing in the bathroom for over a year,
I started a lavender & stone garden 18 months ago – it is now overgrown with lavender & weeds and only has half the stones it should,
Keeping my car clean and in running order.
I have had a broken indicator and no back number plate for 3 weeks now, I can’t remember the last time I took it to a car wash, if it wasn’t for services it’d never get cleaned,
Keeping in touch with friends and family.
I have a reputation for being a useless friend/daughter/sister. My mother has to remind me of family members’ birthdays and my father calls me Mohammed, as in: “If Mohammed won’t come to the mountain, the mountain will have to come to Mohammed”,
As I say in my About section; I am a voracious reader. well, I used to be anyway. I would go through a book a week at least. Now if I finish one every 2 months it’s a lot.
Going to galleries, scenic lunch venues and picnic spots.
I adore the outdoors and I love art. But the last time I spent more than 10 minutes outside or had any exposure to culture was… um… well, you get the point.
So what has happened to me? Why am I incapable of finishing a personal project or using my time wisely? I don’t know. I am ashamed of my utter uselessness.
The funny thing is; I’m not like that at work at all. I have a great system for organising my time, my email and my priorities at work. I pride myself on being organised and ruthless when it comes to squeezing every last drop out of my 9 or so hours a day there. So why can’t I apply the same principles to my home life? Why do I find myself staring at the screen, aimlessly clicking on links people have tweeted, when I have a precious few hours of free time?
|I have no doubt that if I had just one more day a week to do whatever I wanted I would be able to do most of the things I want. I can hear you saying “No you wouldn’t, you would just spend the day sleeping and vegging in front of the TV”. I wouldn’t – the only reason I spend most Saturdays imitating a 3 toed sloth is I am so physically exhausted from 8 meetings a day for 5 days and spending my nights catching up on the work I miss while in meetings that I am not actually able to muster up the energy to move on Saturdays, and Sundays are for family: Having divorced parents, adult sisters and a live-in boyfriend means I have at least 4 different families to see on Sundays.
Just one more day. That could be my “me-day”. My day to paint, to garden, to put the damn tile up on the damn bathroom wall… just one more day, please!
Is that too much to ask?