Life can be very busy. I often feel that I am running a never ending race. Don’t get me wrong I am grateful that I have lots to do and that I am able to do so much.
A busy life can be very fulfilling. I love the feeling of achievement and pride, when I have finished my Daily To Do List, and that feeling of calm I get at the end of the day when I am happy and content with what I have done.
A busy life can also be very stressful at times. Knowing what you would like to achieve is easy, but sometimes it is out of our control what happens in a day.
I have many ideas of what I want to write about, and cover in my book. Only now it seems to be becoming books, (as in more than one, as I cannot pick just one topic to write about).
The main book I want to write would be about my journey to becoming a parent, (which unfortunately hasn’t happened as yet).
Where do I start? That is my issue.
I am confident one day I will just wake up and the words will come to me, until then I will keep my dream alive by making notes and believing that one day my dream will come true, and maybe my book will even have a happy ending….
I will once again be able to sit at my desk and use it.
My bookshelf is also done.
For me my office is one place where I can sit and enjoy doing my favourite hobbie, my family tree.
In my office I am surrounded by things that I love. Photos of loved ones, gifts from loved ones, and a few little things that are full of memories. And of course some of my obsessions, the Fremantle Dockers, combi vans, and Marilyn Monroe.