I get the feeling I’m trying to accomplish too much in a day. Religiously waking up at 7am, I start my painting routine, replying emails and touching up my CV along the way. I have yet to find time for books I consider essential reading.
I had my first long run in a while yesterday; I was tired (I should be after 25km) but somehow I get the nudging feeling that I have insufficient time. I didn’t manage to finish the paint job in my room as the night blanketed the sky. Hopefully I’ll get it done tomorrow.