How You Know You Have A Full Life

You can't find the time to update your blog.

But also:

You wake up on a Saturday morning to your phone ringing. You pick it up. And someone tells you they're going to pick you up in half an hour.

You have no idea what this person is talking about.

"Uh...what are we doing again?

"We're having dumpings in Arcadia."

"Oh. Awesome."

My weekends are so booked that I am beginning to forget my plans right after I make them. I am beginning to wonder what it would be like to have the weekend to myself inside my apartment. I've done everything from view an amazing exhibition by Ghana artist El Anatsui, to meeting a Japanese Samurai robot who urged me to "improve human/robot relations!", to having barbecue right off the grill at a tailgate party in a grocery mart's parking lot.

And yet I'm busier than ever with my work. Which would suggest that I would keep the weekend adventuring to a minimum, but I've actually made it a top priority to do something interesting every week. So even though I have less time to have fun these days, I'm actually making it a point to have MORE fun.

Funny how this works. I'm a writer knee-deep in a draft of a script about the eternal and bitter rivalry between lobsters and butterflies. I spend a great deal of time alone at a desk, concentrating very deeply upon the choreography of fight sequences between crustaceans and insects. It's difficult, isolating work, and without some form of respite, I will begin to dread it, then hate it, and then rebel against it.

Which is why it's important that I go out and do things that aren't writing. Like the robots and the Ghana art, and the barbecue. To provide balance and normalcy and fun.