I am a musician, a novelist, a blogger, a song-writer, and master procrastinator. I have lofty goals, huge dreams, and a question: How the heck do I never have time for any of my projects? I shall examine this. Here’s “A day in the life of Rose…”
I get up and ease into the day. Soft robe, steaming coffee, feet up. Hubby’s on the workout bike for another hour. I’ll wait for my turn. I’m not quite awake yet.
Dressed for a workout. The phone rings. A dear friend. I sit back down on the couch and we have a lovely chat.
My hubby asks for some help with his business. A write-up, a few important documents to put together. This is important. It brings home the bacon. It’s just a couple hours. I’m also supposed to spend at least an hour a day writing a blog, journal, novel or other. I think, “I’ll do that tomorrow, first thing.” We get right to work on his paperwork.
I change out of my workout clothes. I never did work out. And now, I have to get ready for work.
Pressed, dressed and showered, make-up on, hair done. I still have an hour. I look at the recording studio. I am supposed to be writing music, a minimum of an hour a day. But it takes a while to turn on, boot up, I have to set up my keyboard which is already in the car for my gig. I guess I’ll do that tomorrow too.
So I do the dishes and a bit of tidying up and I’m off to work, performing at a night club.
I get home at 11 pm. The gig was okay, but I had a hard time connecting with the audience, no matter what I played. I think I felt a bit blah, and it probably showed. Now I’m feeling disappointed with myself and I’m not quite ready for bed. Hubby is sleeping peacefully. Ooh, I know! I’ll cheer myself up with a glass of wine, some chips and my favorite show on Netflicks! On goes the robe, and I watch TV for an hour. Or two.
Finally sleepy, I crawl into bed and stare at the ceiling. I look back on my day and think, “I shouldn’t have had that wine and chips right before bed. All those empty calories, and I never even got to work out. Aaand, another day went by and I didn’t touch my art. Too bad I didn’t have time. Tomorrow, then.”
Well, its tomorrow. Again. Let’s revisit this, shall we?
I get up. Reach for my snuggly soft robe. Tackle my own hand away from that cuddly time-bandit and put on my workout clothes instead. Oops. Hubby’s on the work-out bike already. No worries. I’ll write my blog now.
An hour later I’ve got a fun story. I’m laughing at my silly wit and feeling high from the endorphins writing gives me.
I hop on the bike and the phone rings. I don’t answer, I text back, “Can I call you on my way to work this afternoon?”
“Sure!” Is the answer. That was easy!
I have a great workout! Now my endorphins have endorphins!
I’m about to jump in the shower, excited to get into the recording studio. I can already tell I’ll write some good music, my creative juices are really flowing. But my hubby asks, “Can you help me for a bit?”
I feel a stab of disappointment. I’m glad to help, but doing book-keeping is a huge waste of endorphins—endorphins that I worked hard to build up, so I could have that creative energy. I feel a stab of guilt too, at thinking of saying no, when I know he needs my help. “Can we work in a couple of hours?”
“Sure,” he says, without a second thought.
So I write a song I’m excited about, and walk out of the studio brimming with satisfaction, fulfilled as an artist. Guilt-free, I cuddle up next to my hubby on the couch and we work together on my laptop. Even though its technically business, we make it “Us” time, laughing and being silly in-between the number crunching.
Time for me to go to work. I make that phone call to my friend on the way and we have a great conversation.
On stage, I’m really happy and it shows, and the audience is wonderful. I feel so lucky and blessed to be a musician.
I come home, and I feel like I want a reward for such a great day. I reach for a glass of wine and think, “You know what? I think my reward will be a good night’s sleep, so I can get an early start on the day tomorrow. I have so much inside of me, waiting to get out!”
Life is awesome. Really, truly awesome, like the rush of riding a galloping horse. I just have to keep my hands on the reins and keep riding forward over the next hill, or I’ll end up back in the stall before I’m ready. Sometimes moving forward means, well… saying neigh.
Thank you for sharing this insight into your life! Reading this really helped me to understand how much having your creative “you” time Increases your health and happiness. I really enjoyed reading this, and finding out more about you! ❤
Thanks dear Cathy! I hope to write a lot more this year! So be prepared to know me waaaaay more than you ever wanted to! LOL Love you!!! xoxo