I’m working on doing rather than wishing. I’m good at planning, at seeing possibilities, and dreaming. I’m not so good at following through. But I’m getting better.
I started with my writing and publishing. I’m making deadlines. I’m writing at least a blog post everyday. I’m getting had written stuff into the computer. I’m even writing and revising short stories for submission to anthologies.
It means I’m not watching much TV. I’m not reading as much as I’d like. I’m playing games on my phone less often. I’m making time to do writing and writing related things.
I’m making time to get in better shape, to get healthier, too. It means setting an alarm instead of sleeping until I wake up. It means taking walks during my breaks at work. It means taking the time to prep vegetables and fruits, to cook grains and meat or poultry. And packing lunch to take to work instead of going out and buying lunch.
As making time for these things becomes habit, rather than something I have to think about, I’m starting to find myself with more time. I’m organizing and scheduling things better and getting more accomplished with my time. I still don’t have time to do everything I want to do, but I’m getting to more of it. Can I keep it up when I go back to a day shift? I don’t know, but I think I can keep closer to it than I have been able to in the past.