You’ll probably never find the time to renovate that room or darn that sock or write that novel. The space to create that masterpiece or pen that musical won’t just fly into your calendar.
Time is not found. Time is snatched and stolen. It’s a minute here and there to jot down ideas. It’s that key bit of research whilst on hold or in a waiting room. It’s the early morning, before everyone else is awake, commitment to produce.
While everyone else is scrolling and checking, huffing and puffing, you can be making steps towards your art being ready.
Time is wasted, bided, passed, wiled and skipped but it’s never stumbled upon. Making room for it is up to you.
