I’m starting to realize that there may not be enough time in the day for me to do everything I want to do. Furthermore, there may not be enough moments in a week for me to fill with the experiences I’d like to have, or seasons in the year large enough for the times I’d like them to encompass.
Drawing, writing, riding, playing music, photography, cooking; they all require pretty regular practice and study of methodology. That is to say, I feel like I’m not very good at any of these things, and I need as much practice as I can get.
The trouble is, I don’t think it’s possible to keep a regular sketchbook, blog once or twice a week, get a few hundred miles in the saddle, record a new song every week and a half, photojournal my life, and cook a new meal every night. Especially not when half of the time I’m awake I’m at work or in class.
So my time gets rationed, not just within each day, but over large spans of time. Some things like playing music are constantly on the agenda. Others like drawing and writing can fall to the side forgivably.
The trouble is, I not only want to get better at all of the things I like to do, but I also want to learn to do more, and to simultaneously excel (or at least pass) at other required tasks like school and work. I guess there’s relief in the thought that I’m still relatively young, and that what ought to matter isn’t that I’ve marked every item on my list, but that those tasks that do get completed are done with a fervor.