This year…I’ve spent hours at work, wishing I was somewhere else.
I’ve spent hours in bed, wishing I wasn’t.
I stopped working so many hours thinking I’d be relaxed and leisurely, only to find I filled them up with worries and wondering ‘what can I do?’
I spent hours planning and re-planning for the future, changing plans and approaches. Adapting as new hurdles arise and old ones fade. Now, as a plan begins to take shape – or is it another hurdle? – I find myself with a few hours on a grey afternoon to myself with nothing to think about.
Panic sets in.
Perhaps this is where creativity has been hiding, in these hours, maybe I will find her here?