Making the Time

"If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that."

— Stephen King

I have made a decision.  An all-out, all-in and incredibly obvious decision.  I am going to allow myself to finally become engulfed by that which I love... writing and reading.  I'm heading back to school for the spring semester and I'm going to start cracking the books.  I'm going to devote my time to writing and reading like I have not before.   

Personal training will be a side project - a hobby, if you will.  I just don't love it enough to truly devote my life to it.  I'm still getting certified and I'm still going to make an attempt with my family and friends as well as with the boot camp when the weather gets warm.  But - otherwise, my life is going to be lived in the company of and for my first true love.  Words.

Why didn't I think of this before?

I did.

And I have mentioned it.

But what I haven't done is devoted myself to it the way it needs devotion, nurturing and attention.  Different projects need to be cared for like you care for a child.  To make it work, you have to get to it.  You have to believe it's possible and make the object of your affection grow into itself and grow into who you are within it. 

Been doing alot of mental wandering lately and finding nothing but blank walls and closed doors.  Time to make a change.  You know the weird part?  I never, ever, ever, never, ever find more peace than when I am writing or reading.  It keeps me even and the world finally falls into place.  I fall into place.  My life falls into place on this big, round spinning ball.