It’s been three weeks since I’ve written, which is so unlike me. I’ve been so busy with just about everything EXCEPT dancing and playing guitar — which means I’ve had absolutely nothing to write about.
So today I’ll write about this: I really miss dancing and practicing guitar and then writing about it.
I didn’t sign up for dance classes for the rest of the year because I already knew I’d have to miss several. Monday I almost quit the chorale. And yesterday I told Walter I’ve been neglecting my instrument because I’ve been Superwoman the last couple of weeks, which isn’t far from the truth. I’ve been flying all over town helping whomever with whatever. And that’s ok with me because I’ll always come to the rescue if someone I love needs me. People often assume that because I’m single and childless I have all the time in the world to just dance and sing and play and write and skip and daydream. I assure you that’s not the case. I mean, I do as much of that as I possibly can, but I do have worries and responsibilities, too, you know.
But I’m not complaining. Just explaining. Not that I have to, but I feel like I do because I’m always on this thing talking about all the awesome things I want to do, all the progress I’m going to make, blah blah blah. Then, wouldn’t you know it, real life has to go and get in the way. Oh well.
But you know what? It’s ok. Because I still believe I can do it all. Might take a while, but I know I can do it all.