My brothers and I always drew during church. Sometimes we'd have little blacksmiths where we designed swords for each other, or we'd take turns drawing our perfect house. Mine was always a castle with corn growing outside and a secret tunnel underneath.
Read MoreI don’t think about the movie Dunston Checks In. It’s the one where an Orangutan comes into a hotel, runs away from his jewel thief owner and becomes buddies with the son of the hotel manager. It’s a forgotten speck in film history, for probably good reasons, and yet it turned up on our options of what to watch last night.
It didn’t get picked. What beat it out? The Birds by Alfred Hitchcock. I couldn’t fall sleep for hours.
Read MoreSometimes I feel as though I like too many things. I want to play cello in a little alternative band. I'd like to take up watercolor, do more print making, create more ceramic pieces and become a better graphic designer. My archery skills are not yet where they should be, and I would really like to write more. Then there are the languages that I started and never finished: a bit of French, some more Russian, and 3 months of pretty solidly speaking Spanish.
In an ideal world I would like to pick up all of these skills and hone them to my satisfaction, yet when I get home from work I feel as though I barely have enough time to do my laundry and tidy up my room! Weekends are for events and family and church and whatever else comes up, not to mention catching up on sleep.
It makes me wonder what I should actually be spending my time on. Is it too grandiose of a goal to be accomplished in a handful of things, or is it better to put your efforts into one?
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