I woke up this morning in a better mood -- been feeling competitive and insecure in my professional work and feeling my family life has been eating a much bigger chunk of my time than I wished. I know I have a wonderful rabbit, and for the most part great prince, but when she leaves in 15 years, (and he is -- who knows????) I sure would love a career I am proud of to turn to and enjoy.
And then I woke up this morning to see a story in the NY Times magazine written by a woman I know who has one book published --- and another coming out this Fall. And she's younger than me (albiet by not much -- but STILL younger....) Of course she is single, doesn't have children and has income from other sources which means she can write without worry about the rent. In other words she has T*I*M*E.
I really wouldn't make different decisions about my personal life. But it's making me feel more and more than somehow I can't have it all -- at least all of what I want. And that's really the point.
I guess everything is a compromise. But why does it have to be that way?