As if I'm not busy enough, I have started writing a book. Don't ask me what kind of book because who knows how long my interest is going to last this time? I'm only at chapter one and maybe that's all to it. The beginning and the end.
My mind is all over the place as usual. I want to meet my blogging friends (I've met one yesterday and will meet another one tomorrow). I want to invite old friends over for lunch. I want to catch up with my cousins. I want to get the new business off the ground. I want to bring the kids on holiday. I want to travel to new destinations. I want to start meditating. I want to check out the new Capoeira class in my neighbourhood. I want to attend gardening talks. I want to grow more vegetables. I want, I want, I want!
So many things, so little time. My mind is cluttered with too many thoughts. I need to make a list lest I forget. My memory is failing me. I need to prioritise. I need to save money so I can afford that holiday. I need to reorganise my time so I can be more effective. I need to meet my partner and get some work done. I need to stop running around like a headless chicken. I need to sit still and listen to what I really want.