delusion/illusion

I am heading out soon to go to NY and Philly. Normal people would find this a short, fun, easy breezy experience. I hate leaving. All I can think is that if I were only home I could get so much done. Drawing, writing, maybe start a home improvement project. As if!

It’s like when I was a little kid and thought that if nobody else was on the skating rink I would somehow be able to skate like Dorothy Hamill.

There is a myth about time, my personal myth. I think if I had endless blocks of time I’d soar artistically and in every other way. I would do all the things that don’t get done and they would be grand and notable.

The truth is that even if I had all the time in the world, and I do have plenty really, things would pretty much be the same. Sad, but true.

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