I hate housework. I hate how it pervades my every waking day. Just interrupting me, irking me, getting under my skin and completely overwhelming my thought process. It’s hard for me to sit down and get on writing when I see dishes in the sink that need cleaning, piles of mess everywhere that need organizing, floors that need to be vacuumed and mopped, laundry that needs doing, etc.
It made me come to a conclusion. Artists need to be selfish to get their creative visions realized and I’m not sure I have that level of selfishness in me. I’ve been married for 13+ years. All I know is compromise and helping out. I don’t think I can deviate from that pattern of my life. Yet if I don’t I feel that my creative output will continue to be stifled. It seems like a catch 22. I wonder if there is a way to have some kind of balance between those two mindsets?
Obviously, I’m going to try to come up with a solution to this. I don’t have any other option. I love the life I have and I love the opportunity I currently have. I hope both these options can coexist harmoniously.