I wish I had more time to do what I love to do.
I wish I had the courage to go my own way and not fall into the traps of fear and worries.
I wish I could write good compelling stories.
I wish I had time to fail at writing good compelling stories – that way I’d at least know what not to do.
I wish I had time to write good compelling stories.
I wish a lot. But mostly for more time with myself and my family, and not at work. I want to draw, paint, write, everything. The stuff. I also want to read, but mostly I get that done in the tube. It’s the no time for writing and drawing that gets to me.
Okay, I’m gonna stop complaining and go and write or draw something.
Btw, here’s a nice link, if you are looking for something to read. 😉