When people hear I read and write in my free time their response is usually “I wish I had that kind of time.”
I used to get frustrated. I didn’t want people thinking that I didn’t have a life, that I too wasn’t enjoying the sunshine or what my city had to offer. I made time for everything. Granted, writing did take time out of my social life, but it was worth the cause. After all, when you become a writer there really is never a vacation. Your brain is always bouncing ideas around.So how do we find time?
I listen to my fellow bloggers all the time. Those who have big families, small families, or no families, we’re all the same, we all make time.We might steal a long bath time. Burn the casserole because we read a few extra pages, or sat through an extra-long drive-thru (thank you Chick-fil-A) just to garner a second more of an amazing book.
We can’t wait for those moments when are little bundles of joy are in a deep sleep, the hubby is passed out, and it’s just your cat purring and the hum of the laptop as you get a few extra words in.
The love of reading and writing is in our blood. Is that what makes us designate the time to spin a tale or dive into another world for just a few minutes? Are we able to better separate ourselves from reality and enjoy the true meaning of life thru imagination?
What do you think when people tell you they don’t have the time? Do you wish you could show them there are more hours in a day then they realize if they just stopped for a moment and took notice?