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The Artist's Way - Day 3

I know it's only Day 3, but, as they say, so far so good.  I've been able to keep up with my morning pages.  The first two days I managed to write them on my way into work.  Today, I used a moment of downtime during the proctoring session I'm overseeing to get the words on the page.

I still need to do my artist's date and complete at least two of the exercises set out for me this week.  I figure I'll read week 2's intro on Sunday, so that gives me most of the weekend to complete these three tasks.

Obstacles to overcome:

Friday: 
First baseball game of my son's 10U tournament

Saturday: 
Morning baseball game, help at the concession stand, afternoon baseball game, Harry Potter movie date with my boys and my youngest sister, possibly stop by friends' house for fireworks.

Sunday: 
Morning baseball game, help at the concession stand, afternoon baseball game.

I suppose somewhere in all that craziness I'll have to make time for things like laundry and dishes, too.

This leads me to a question of priorities.  I want to be creative.  Well, okay, the truth is I want to write again.   That's the true driving force behind my decision to commit myself to completing The Artist's Way.  While I enjoy my other creative endeavors, writing is the thing missing from my life right now. 

Yet, as I look at the weekend ahead, I can already see that old patterns of behavior are itching to reassert themselves.  I can't miss my son's tournament.  I have to volunteer to do the concession stand - I'd feel bad if I didn't. I want to see Harry Potter, and by want I mean I insist.  I can live without fireworks, but I don't want to offend our friends.

So when do I complete the exercises and find the time to go on a solo artist's date?  I don't know, but I'm going to do my best to squeeze it all in.

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