One of the more painful realisations I’ve hit recently is that I am very, very scattered. It’s charming and sweet when you’re a teen, and great when you’re an agile freelancer, but as time has passed, all I realise is that I like freelancing….on my own terms. Not having stability hurts me and makes me a more difficult person to live with, and actually, a lot of my self worth is tied to my job.
All well and good right? Well, no. I want to be in a full-time job, do a PHD, run blogs, write books, be a generally nice and supportive PR superstar and knit and take photos and game and….
There’s not enough time. And I think part of being an adult is living with that.
Time…more finite than I ever believed…..