I’m letting go of the news. I’m letting go of all the morsels that vanish from memory so quickly that I might as well have never seen them in the first place.
I don’t know what your passion is. I don’t know whether you’re lucky enough to do it as your day job, or just in snatched moments during the evenings, weekends, and holidays. I do know that you aren’t spending enough time on it – because you could never spend enough time – and I also know that you wish you could do more in whatever time you have. I’m the same. Something’s got to give.