Oops, I failed at NaBloPoMo ... or did I?

The thing is, there just aren't enough hours in the day. And I don't really want to be coming on here waffling about how I am missing days and failing at NaBloPoMo just for the sake of it. So I've stayed away.

I work online and I have decided I need to get back to all the things I used to do away from the computer. I used to write in books and draw little pictures and find a lot of pleasure in that.

I used to make little things for people, and present them with pride, knowing that the pleasure had been all mine during the creation process.

But now I type on my computer.

I try and have Sundays off where no computer in the house gets switched on. I laze about with a book, or garden, or draw in my gardening record book. I sometimes feel a bit lost though, as in, that nagging feeling - "should I check my email?" or "what is happening on the news?". It used to be that Saturday was like my Sundays are today, and on Sunday, we would pack some delicious food and a book, and hang out at the arts centre or the botanical gardens all day, listening to live music and enjoying the weather.

Because of my computers and my laptop, I swear I work longer hours than I used to when I worked full-time, even though this work is supposedly not supposed to be like that.

So I am rising up! Rebelling! Reinventing my life to be less computer/online/virtually oriented. It is just a shame that this epiphany came half way into the month when I am supposed to be committed to blogging on a daily basis. Or maybe it's because of that that I have been asking myself meep and deaningful questions, like, how do I really want to live?