Look, I’m not going to pretend I’ve been the best blogger in the world. Or the best social media contributor. I find that when I am blogging or when I am glued to my phone all the time I am not writing or doing all the other things I love to do with my finite and precious life hours. Plus, I’m lazy when it comes to things I don’t love to do. Like blogging or contributing to social media.
Some people absolutely love sharing their comings and goings with the world. I’m a much more private person. Plus, you know, there’s the lazy thing.
Even as I write these words there is a niggling voice in the back of my mind that is saying that I should be writing my next book, or going for a walk with my wife, or reading, or learning a new recipe to cook, or taking advantage of the beautiful day to go out paddle boarding. All things that I love to do.
The simple fact of the matter is that the past few years have really made me reevaluate things. I won’t bore you with the details… well, okay, I’ll bore you with some of them.
I think it all started when my dad passed away five years ago. It seemed to start this avalanche of upheaval in my world. On top of my dad dying suddenly, my screenwriting agent had cancer and succumb to it, my mother had a series of strokes which sent her into a downward spiral, and my wife had some very scary medical challenges. All of these things really shook me. Down to my very core.
In a way, I was living in a haze of denial. Like my time on this planet was infinite. That I had all the time in the world to do all the things I want to do. But I don’t, of course. We don’t. None of us do. Not yet, anyway.
Maybe it’s an evolutionary survival mechanism. To be in denial of our mortality most of the time. The blessing of all the challenges I’ve been dealing with is it’s woken me up a bit. Not completely. I still walk through swathes of my days wasting time like it’s toilet paper. Like there will always be more of it when I need it. But more often than not I am trying to be more conscious of how I am spending my limited supply of time. Would I rather blog than play fetch with my dog? Would I rather Tweet than walk on the beach with my wife, holding hands, chatting about our day? Would I rather scroll through Facebook or sit down with a cup of tea and brainstorm my next book?
I know that it doesn’t have to be an either/or. And maybe I need to find a better balance in my life.
But then, you know, there’s the lazy thing.
And now, that niggling voice is getting louder, telling me to get back to writing that next book. Which is exactly what I’m going to do right now.