If I could just find ten minutes each morning I could post something every day. Maybe a paragraph or even just a sentence but something that will get me back into a writer-y habit. Thirty minutes or 10 hours would be better, of course, but that’s not going to happen at this stage in my life, so let’s start with 10 minutes. Maybe I could put my keys in the same spot every day so that I don’t have to dig for them in the various pockets and bags I keep around me. Maybe I could teach my son to make his own breakfast. Maybe he could make his own lunch. I could give up coffee? No, I could not. Maybe I could get up earlier? That’s a thought. That’s a thought I’ve been telling myself for thirty years, actually, but my self has her own ideas about when she wants to wake up so good luck with that one. Well, I’d love to brainstorm a little longer but my ten minutes are up. We’ll revisit this dilemma tomorrow. As soon as I find ten minutes to write, we’ll start working on all the other ten minute segments I need to find….to meditate, to walk, to paint, to dance, to day dream, to put food in the bird feeder, to polish my shoes…I may need to quit my job. It’s taking up too much of my time. Happy Monday, Friends!