I’ve been thinking about obligations a lot recently, mainly the obligations that are currently in my life and priorities. Some of it is to deal with the feeling of being overwhelmed but also just the occasional time to sit back and figure out who I am and what I want to be.
The big obligations are pretty easy: I give about 45 hours a week to work, about 65ish to Fluffy (considering calling her SMM though) and EDM. I seem to get about 36 hours of sleep… but I’m pretty bad about that. That leaves about 22 hours a week (on average) to my life.
I have a lot of obligations for those twenty hours. Most of them are self-inflicted like my serial, writing, and programming. Right now, the serial takes about 5 hours a week to get done, though I’m pushing to put more into it so I can finish. The writing group is 3-4 hours. But, those are fun, those are exciting because I love my family, my job, and my writing.
There are other, slightly less exciting obligations like helping Sam’s Dot Publishing convert their books to Kindle, maintaining my websites and forums, fixing bugs in my programs, and generally things related to writing but somewhat tedious.
And then there is everything else. I don’t enjoy housework, but it is something that has to be done. I just spent three hours doing lawn work because SMM and EDM weren’t home (hrm, still working on the SMM alias). I went up to the cabin last weekend to spend time with day and do work and I’m going up in October to do the same.
Previously, I usually ignored what didn’t have to be done Right Now™. Now, I still don’t want to do it, but I’m trying to make sure that the house gets cleaned, lawn gets trimmed, and the cars are maintained. Things outside of my comfortable computer.
Now, I believe this is called Growing Up.
Just not sure how I got here. I still think of myself as the obnoxious 15 year old brat who thought he was the greatest programmer in the world. Even more frustrating is that I remember being 45 kg when I was 15 instead of the 145 kg I am now. Though, SMM says that 45 kg is not a healthy weight for 1.91 m tall person. I know she’s write, but I’d rather be 45 than 145, you know what I mean?
Oh yeah, an obligation I frequently ignore is my health. That is one of those painful and frustrating experiences that I have to force myself to do.