Time is a luxury in my life. Between work and family, there isn’t much of it left to do other things. Important things. Things I really need to be doing.
Like writing, for instance.
Thankfully, summertime usually frees me up enough to get down to some serious business. Work slacks off a bit. Family does, too. Everything slows. This is good, because it allows me to speed up.
The thing I like most about writing is that it helps me understand the sort of person I really am. Sometimes, this is a good thing. Other times, not so much.
The other day was one of those not-so-much times. And to make matters worse, it happened even before I started writing.
I like to think we all get up every day wanting to be a little bit better of a person than we were the day before. We try to be polite and civil. We follow the rules. We pray and hope. But despite all of that, we’re still all pretty messed up on the inside. We’ll all be children, no matter how grown up we are.
I wrote about it over at katdish’s site today. Stop on over and take a look. Hope everyone had a great July Fourth weekend.