t is for time that I don’t have

One of the more painful realisations I’ve hit recently is that I am very, very scattered.  It’s charming and sweet when you’re a teen, and great when you’re an agile freelancer, but as time has passed, all I realise is that I like freelancing….on my own terms.  Not having stability hurts me and makes me a more difficult person to live with, and actually, a lot of my self worth is tied to my job.

All well and good right?  Well, no.  I want to be in a full-time job, do a PHD, run blogs, write books, be a generally nice and supportive PR superstar and knit and take photos and game and….

There’s not enough time.  And I think part of being an adult is living with that.

Time…more finite than I ever believed…..


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