Having forgotten how busy my schedule becomes between: working full-time; volunteering for two different projects through my church and the university operetta company; and finding time for my girlfriend, roomates and other friends. Half the time I'm fueled by the evil but so useful coffee, the other half of the time it's just pure sugar-coated excitement of being involved and getting so much stuff done.
Now I won't complain for boredom nor comprehend how people can twitter their angst of nothing to do. To divulge these projects in more detail I will in coming days, but this is the first time I've had to breathe in a while -- and that's between three coffee shop meetings, a photo-shoot consequential editting to put off the other two larger shoots I did over the weekend, and errands & tasks to put off. There goes my day off from work.
Admittedly I do sit on my butt in rare few spare moments/hours to read, watch movies or video games, but haven't had barely any time to do that lately. Forcing myself to write necessary emails or open up a book or article over breakfast cereal, coffee break at work or when crashing before bed is about the only thing that keeps my mind from other stuff that my life has incorporated to stay connected.
Keeping in touch I might begrudgingly use Facebook and this blog more: barely updating my status once or twice a week, I don't understand how someone could find time to twitter, text & blog all at once. How much is necessary to make public? Will someone possibly want to read about someone's ability to operate a toothbrush or make pancakes -- something I'm quite accomplished at and love to share if you're not busy to come over on a Saturday morning -- but that's besides the point.
Living in a larger city has spun my head around seven times from Saturday on how many events, workshops, benefit fundraisers, concerts, theatre productions, sports games, club outings and protests there are going on all the time.... With the access of the library to data-banks, periodicals, world's supply of newspapers, and paperback & ebooks, where do I even begin? I can't even decide on a single book so I'm reading short stories -- just as delisious and cut short. No wonder it's not a luxary to just sit at home and relax with my feet up and do nothing.
And even if I do that, the cat, who does nothing but dream under a sun-beam all day, jumps on my lap and stares at me like I was crazy to scold him for not mopping the floor or doing the dishes while I was gone for the day.
To suit my mood, I was listening to Jazz Manouche on Broadway: Hot Club of Edmonton from the lovely CBC radio 2 concert on demand archive while typing. If you're up for some gypsy jazz with some Stéphane Grappelli infused fiddling, check it out ^_^ Just make sure you have enough time to enjoy it.
Gotta run for my next appointment so stay tuned ^_^
-- PLR --
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