When the children were young and I was younger than I am now, I was always busy and yet there was always time to write – late at night or in intense bits of ‘time out’ of the usual run of things. Now that in theory I have a lot more time and I am a lot less busy, it feels as if there is hardly any time to write. Yet I feel the pressure of time getting shorter, of the probability of there not being a lot of time left.
Maybe it is energy I’m missing – or a sense of purpose? Or perhaps I just spend too much of my time on Facebook.
Whatever – I’m looking forward to taking some unpaid leave over the summer and not having the pressures of work. Having more time . Hopefully doing some serious reading and some writing. Alongside having a few more lie-ins, pottering in the garden, doing a bit of travelling and generally enjoying myself of course. Hope there is time for all of it!