You can’t have it all. Where would you put it?
I never really wanted it all. I wanted a lot. But not all. Some things just don’t appeal.
I wanted a lot, though. And it seemed reasonable. I wanted to excel as a family man. I wanted to write novels and get paid for it. I wanted a stellar blog that was updated every day and earned a million positive comments. I wanted to get a degree of some kind, like mathematics or anthropology. I wanted to like under a Neem tree in rural Sindh. I wanted to rock faces at WoW, 3v3 (Shadowplay ftw!). I wanted to read every book ever written. I wanted this. I wanted that.
But where would I put it all?
A day is like a room. It only fits so much. And when it gets overcrowded, you run the risk of damaging some of your stuff.
Can’t have it all. Gotta toss some stuff out. Or at least cut back.
I tried so hard to blog every weekday while writing sermons and novels and playing with my kids and dating my wife and practicing guitar and doing yoga and reading Urdu and playing craft and doing protests and going to work and reading Hemingway and HOLY CRAP ARGH!
Can’t do it all. Because when you try to do it all, you suck at everything.
So I’m going to do it some.
People first, of course. Especially the wife and kids. Because that’s where love and the future are.
Writing second. That’s the dream and I’m not ready to let it go after so much progress.
Don’t rush me. Still trying to find shelf space for the first two.
How much are you trying to accomplish? Is it too much?