I'm starting to get that just posting on a regular basis, let alone writing a short story while running my own business and having a little one at home is a goal much like a plan to exercise at the end of the day. It doesn't seem to happen.
Nap time comes and I am well into my business day. There are emails to be returned, dog clients to be soothed and marketing to struggle through and then, all of a sudden, "Mom! Dad! (pause. pause. pause.) Dad-dy! Mum-my!"(did I forget to turn my alarm off?) and we're off and running with the afternoon of either appointments for me and Dad is the afternoon entertainment or I am. By the time his bedtime comes, I'm ready to shut it down for the day. A TV show, some dinner and a glass of wine with my husband, and we are always aware that our new alarm clock is not able to be reset for a later time.
Now, let me be clear, I love my life. I love that I don't have to set a real alarm anymore. I love figuring out where to take him to watch him explore a new environment. I love just talking to him and hearing him try to make words with his mouth. It is really a humbling experience being a mom. I'm lost some of the time, feeling guilty about something some of the time, laughing some of the time, rediscovering the excitement of a train or fire engine going by a lot of the time. I love it.
It's just taking some doing to carve out some space for my creativity to really flow for more that a 5 minute period. I'll find the space. I did today. That's a step in the right direction.
What do you do for yourself? When do you do it?