When time comes calling
A friend is very ill. We used to be close, but drifted apart, as friends sometimes do. When I heard the news, I sent her a message. That I was thinking of her; that she didn’t have to reply if her social capacity was on overload.
She just received more bad news, which she’s accepted with more grace and good humour than I could ever manage. She thanked me for writing.
“I hope you are well and happyâ€”and creatively engaged.”
Funny how that impacts on “well” and “happy.” I have, truth be told, spent too much time trying to be useful of late. An honourable pursuit, perhaps, but Creative has taken offence and packed her bags. Can’t say I blame her. And to be honest,Â Useful has gotten to be a bit of a bore. Some changes in metaphorical personnel are in order.
Because when you get down to it, none of us really knows when time will come calling.
Five simple questions
So let me ask you this:
How much time do you spend in the wrong places?Â On things that don’t really matter to you?
How much time do you waste worrying instead of exploring?Â Dreading rejection instead of taking a risk and getting on with it?
What would you change so you could fully occupy your creative life?