For all my natural lack of motivation I have always been one of those people who think if you want to do it than do it, for where there is a will there is a way. This is one of the reasons I began to play the piano again, and learn to play the violin, and teach my horse useless tricks like Spanish walk and rearing, and write 25,000 words last June, and think I can do all the things I would love to do, and then come up against an unrelenting wall called time. I wish there were more hours in the day or more days in a week, then I would take the violin more seriously and have lessons, and spend more hours in
Deliberate Practice. And I would learn to dance, and learn a different language, and travel, things I have always wished very badly to do. But time is something you can't reason with and the only way I can ignore him is by dreaming.
Would you call me an over achiever, or a want-to-be-over-achiever? Well whatever it is I wish I were not, I wish art was the only think I want to do with my life, then I could be so much more focused and produce much more and better work. But never minded, I only complain like this because I have nothing else to complain of, my life is pretty blessed really, I just sometimes need a kick in the head to make me realize it! Anyway, now I've touched on it, let's carry on dreaming...
This is my dream home, I shall live somewhere much like this one day. Big leafy trees, old, old, buildings, avenues, stone walls, chimneys, dappled sunlight, garden seats, vast green park grounds and beautiful horses in the fields.
