First off, it got pretty beautiful here over the weekend. It turned into spring. It was glorious. Our family spent the majority of it outside, taking advantage of the sunshine. Then reality set in. It's March. Freaking March. I know, it's only five days into the month, but it was just enough to let reality sink in. I have a month and a half until the baby gets here, and I'm nowhere near my writing goal.
Okay, so life gets in the way. There were outside forces at work that kept me from...well, my work. It sucked. I'm getting back into the game, but it feels like I have no time left at all before I don't have ANY time left for much of anything but baby and kid duty. I know, I got myself into this mess. And I'm super excited to have one last baby, but I feel time slowly slipping away from me.
Ever feel like that? Like the whole world up and decides to conspire against you by taking away those few precious hours of you time. My you time is filled with writing. And I don't have much left before the drops dry out.
You know, I just need to suck it up. At times, that's all you can do. Stop whining about all the things going against you and just get back to work. Take care of those things you need to (like family, work, house stuff) and make time for you somewhere in between. It may sound like an impossible task, but it can happen...if you let it.