It’s only April yet the diary seems full until September. How did that happen? Looking back to the three years when Brian was working full time and I was doing three days a week with two precious days at home on my own, I seem to have had so much more time to do things than I do now. I think this is partly due to the fact that I have so many more opportunities and choices now than when I was constrained by work, particularly as we have moved from the depths of the country to a city where there is always something to do. The trouble is I feel overwhelmed by interesting possibilities, and although as always money is a constraint there remain many free or inexpensive options.
It’s the same with art. Should I focus more on photography, painting or printmaking? Should I continue with my plans to develop my websites? Do I have time to pursue all of these interests? Should I tell my husband I really don’t have time to go to the theatre with him? And we really want to have some days out exploring Dorset this summer. Help!
Of course I realise that I am really very lucky to have this problem, and that I shouldn’t complain. But at the moment it seems paralysing. I can’t decide what to do so I do nothing. Not literally nothing, I do a bit of this and that, have processed my Indian holiday photos, but I can’t seem to decide on a direction. I feel in danger of frittering my ‘one precious life’ away without achieving anything further. This could still be quite enjoyable but is it enough? I ‘d love to know what you think.