As I sit here about to get ready to leave the office for the week, it hits me that I really don’t get why I do all the things I do. Let’s see. There’s dance classes, playing my fiddle at the odd open mic, fire spinning, the day job, as much travel as I can stand, and whatever practice time I can cobble together between all these other activities. It’s a bit crazy. With all of that, I barely have time to sleep. It’s been on my mind for months. Why am I doing this?
I don’t really have a good answer. Individually, I love doing each of those activities. But altogether, it’s exhausting. Perhaps I need to revisit the why of all of this so I can decide what to let go of. So I can spend more time with friends both old and new, to bolster the strong relationships and to build the delicate ones.