Every day I begin with a mental list.
A list of all I want to achieve for the day.
It begins as a blank canvas waiting to be filled, where anything and everything is possible.
As the day progresses, and life does it thing, It begins to dawn on me that I may not get even some of the things on my mental list achieved.
It's right about that moment that I start to get a little frustrated, I start to resent all the obsticles that lie in my way of achieving that ever so busy and important to do list.
When pick up time for the children arrives, my daughter asks, "What did you do today?"
I pause - trying to see what I can tick off from my mental list. I know I was busy, but what did I do?
"Just stuff" I say," just stuff".
Latter that night when dinner is done, lunches are made, uniforms are ironed, I walk past the clock and look at the late hour. I walk past the studio door and look longingly in. "Too late to start anything now" I think. "Tomorrow I'll get in there" - tomorrow is filled with possibilities, because today I am busy being busy.