like you're running out of time
I knew I'd spend these two weeks I'm out here with relatively little laptop time, but as I am trying to live and work in community, and maintain my writing and editing goals each day, I'm realizing that those writing goals are harder to keep than I'd expected.
The thing is that I need about an hour to check on all my social networks, and it's really really easy for that hour to slide into two if I'm not careful. Today I enjoyed quite a few real-life conversations with people I was actually in the room with (imagine that), and then did the social network thing (which is important to me, too - just because my friends are also across the world doesn't make them any less my friends), and now it's almost 22:00 and I still haven't written. And, because I haul myself out of bed at 6:30, I know I really don't have time to write anymore today.
Hoom. It's hard not to be disgusted with myself about this.
On the other hand, I weeded a garden bed, took the goats out for three and a half hours, helped Mark make lunch for everyone, helped Christopher with his application (and trouble-shoot navigating two different laptops, neither of which had French keyboards, while using my laptop to Skype with his mom because the application website wasn't taking his credit card), showered, and then helped Mohammad make dinner.
So it's not like I sat around twiddling my thumbs all day.
But I'm still irritated. I have to balance all of this better.
The thing is that I need about an hour to check on all my social networks, and it's really really easy for that hour to slide into two if I'm not careful. Today I enjoyed quite a few real-life conversations with people I was actually in the room with (imagine that), and then did the social network thing (which is important to me, too - just because my friends are also across the world doesn't make them any less my friends), and now it's almost 22:00 and I still haven't written. And, because I haul myself out of bed at 6:30, I know I really don't have time to write anymore today.
Hoom. It's hard not to be disgusted with myself about this.
On the other hand, I weeded a garden bed, took the goats out for three and a half hours, helped Mark make lunch for everyone, helped Christopher with his application (and trouble-shoot navigating two different laptops, neither of which had French keyboards, while using my laptop to Skype with his mom because the application website wasn't taking his credit card), showered, and then helped Mohammad make dinner.
So it's not like I sat around twiddling my thumbs all day.
But I'm still irritated. I have to balance all of this better.