Sometimes work gets so busy that you lose balance. There’s an old cliche about working to live rather than living to work. That may be a false dichotomy, but there’s something to be said for making sure that one aspect of life doesn’t overwhelm the other.
This week I haven’t drawn, written or played music. I basically let the poetry suffer because I’ve been busy at work. I didn’t exercise and I ate mostly junk food. I’m drinking something carbonated as I write this.
I need to do better. I need to work harder at my play.
It’s Friday. I pledge to exercise, cook proper meals, drink only water and make bad art.