Yesterday I told my husband we were eating dinner an hour early. We usually eat while watching Jeopardy! at seven. This is not something we did while the boys were growing up, but they have their own kids now and we no longer have to Set an Example.
The reason I wanted to eat early is because we were having Family Night at church and they were going to show the movie, “Soul Surfer,” which by the way is totally inspiring. I don’t mean I wanted to move to Hawaii and learn to surf, but I was in awe of that girl’s courage and grace. I mean: sharks.
Anyway, I juggled my timetable and made it to the church on time (sorry Lerner and Lowe).
What I’m trying to say, if you really want to do something, you can make the time for it.
I hear so often “I could write a book if I had the time.” I’m polite, so I don’t tell them they have the exact same 24 hours every day that Leo Tolstoy had. Or Nora Roberts.
I know writers who cope with teething babies, aging parents with dementia, a demanding career, school-age children, you name it. They find the time. One writes when the kids are finally in bed. Another gets up predawn and writes until her kids are awake. One woman writes while waiting in doctor’s offices, which she does a lot with her ailing mother. I met a writer who kept a tape recorder in her car and dictated while she commuted to and from work.
They find the time.
I thought I would have more time to write when I retired, but I didn’t know I would also volunteer more, work outside more, and play more computer Solitaire. So my day didn’t automatically expand to include more time to write. I still have to set that time aside. Just like I set aside time to cook dinner or shop, or do the laundry. Only writing is more fun.
Which is to say, if you find writing is something you have to do in opposition to want to do, you will find the time. it’s there, hidden in those 24 hours everyone gets every day.
Look for it.