i FINALLY finished James Frey’s book, A Million Little Pieces. i loved the last 3rd of the book so much. i cried when he wrote about seeing Lilly for the last time. How he would always remember her standing in the hallway smiling and staring at him and crying. and i finished that book just feeling so damn proud of him. and inspired. now i’m on to Augusten Burroughs’, Running with Scissors.
How does one fit everything in to one’s life? reading books. creating art. running. yoga. cooking. working. time alone. time with friends. time with their Love. time keeping up with family and friends who live faraway and keeping the true connection alive. time pampering the dog, let alone yourself. time for traveling. time for laundry and paying bills and cleaning. time for having fun in the mix of having endless errands to run. no matter how well i think i have simplified my life, i want it simpler. i need to try harder. i’m coming to the realization that i can’t have all of the above all of the time. hell, how do people have kids? i am amazed and inspired by women who have young children yet maintain a balance of caring for them, and caring for and nuturing themselves. i’m sure it can’t be easy.