So what did I do with all my extra time that used to be blogging time? Let me numerate the ways:
- My closets are immaculate and organized. My dresser drawers are neat and also organized.
- I've got lots of roses in the garden.
- I've been reading C.S. Lewis from real books.
- I've read everything on my Kindle.
- I am caught up in my sleep.
- My to-do list everyday gets finished.
- No dirty dish is left in the sink longer than 10 minutes or more than 15 minutes after the meal has finished. Dishwasher gets unloaded everyday.
- No laundry in baskets waiting longer than a day to get folded.
Perhaps I could strike a sane balance between writing and living. I'm not sure, because my focus works like a laser. Imbalance is not so much a lifestyle as much as a personality trait. I'm 49, and I know what I'm like. In some ways, the laser-like concentration is a blessing, but it is hard to control. I've accepted that I am an INTP (without the genius part), and God has worked in my life to broaden my experiences (a life-long prayer for myself). Where to take that INTP tendency, I don't know. Blogging is a good outlet for it, and I appreciate that gift. Perhaps the problem isn't blogging versus living, because if I didn't have a life, there would be nothing to blog about.