I guess it's just a question of priorities. If you really want to do something, then you would find the time to do it. The logical extension of this is that if you can't find time to do something, then that something is clearly not the priority you think it is, unless there is some other reason that prevents you from achieving it.
So I hate to admit it, but I guess I'm just not prioritising this blog highly enough. You'd have to agree that two posts in two months is hardly a stellar start to my blogging career. So why not? Why can't I find more time to sit down and pour out my thoughts onto my keyboard?
I obey the triad of eights. That is, on an average weekday I work for 8 hours, sleep for 8 hours, leaving another 8 hours for actual living. That 8 hours for living shrinks drastically when you consider that 'actual living' includes boring stuff like chores, ablutions, commuting and other mindless stuff.
You can't mess with the triad. The triad is brutal and uncompromising. You've gotta sleep. You've gotta work. You've gotta live. I just wish that the living could be more productive, more exciting and less...mundane. That's what really gets me - the relentless grind of the mundane.
