When I was in college, I always told myself, that I would have so much free time when I graduated. I thought I would read lots of books and do whatever I wanted. Ha ha. Funny joke.

How does that happen? How is it that there is never enough time? When I was in school, my life was controlled by classes, homework, and work. I always had to read the books I was told to read, and I had to write the papers I was told to write. Then I had to go to bed (kind of) early so that I didn’t fall asleep in class (it’s not so good to fall asleep when there are only 20 people in your class…teachers notice). But what about now? I don’t have anyone telling me what to read or when to go to bed, or anything like that. And yet, it took me six months (gasp) to read a book. Granted, I did read another book and listen to seven books during that time, but that is the longest it has ever taken me to read a book before.

But I’ve just decided that life is busy no matter how old you are. There’s no way around it. Right now, work takes up most of my time, and my calling steals me away from pleasure reading. Someday it will be my kids that take up my time. I figure we all just have to do the best we can with what we have.

Maybe my point is that you can’t get mad at me when I don’t write. I have family telling me to post on my blog even though I have nothing interesting to tell. I have friends at work telling me to work on my story so that we can share our work. I have a mile-long list of books I want to read, and I made a goal to read the Ensign every month this year. Life is busy and I have a lot of things I want. Don’t get angry. If you want to hear about my life between my posts, talk to me (and ask specific questions, right Mindy?).