Time. It seems we're always looking for it. Counting on that moment that we have some to follow our dreams.
I had the concept of time brought to the forefront of my brain recently for a few reasons. The first was a friend of a friend of a friend, who, when I told I wrote, said, "Oh, I envy you having the time for that. I want to but I just have too much going on." I held back my snark (I didn't know this woman) but did say that I made time. I get up at 5am. I edit and write during my lunch at my day job. I stay home from going out to many fun things with friends to write, edit, and plan world domination.
I make time.
Now this can hit some folks hard. Maybe they do have a dream of writing (or something else they "don't have time for"). They tell themselves the only reason they haven't done it, or started to do it, then gave up, was they were just too busy. Clearly, other people (like myself) have copious amounts of extra time just floating about-but since they have a "serious" life, they just can't do it now.
Guess what people, we all have the same 24 hours a day. How we chose to spend them is our choice. Somethings are unavoidable--little kids, evil day jobs to pay the mortgage. But a lot of it is optional.
We lost David Bowie and Alan Rickman this week. Two amazing stars in their fields, who MADE time to be who they became. They both had the same 24 hours you do. They had the same temptations to do something else with their time. But I think we're all very grateful they chose to make time for their crafts instead.
YOU decide not to watch TV that night, or get up early, or work through lunch. If you chose not to, that's fine. But PLEASE don't use time as an excuse.