As I’m standing over the stove.
As I’m pedaling away on the spin bike.
As I’m scribbling furiously in a notebook.
As I’m reading a book.
As I’m laughing with my friends.
As I’m spending time with my boyfriend.
As I’m catching up with my family via Skype.
I catch myself thinking, over and over without fail: I love doing this so, why can’t I ever seem to make more time for it??