Stealing time

Most moms can attest that so much of what we do is on the fly. You answer an email while you're waiting for your kids. You throw the laundry in the washer before one errand so you can get them into the dryer before your next errand. I'm even writing this blog post in the broken minutes I have while I'm waiting for my daughter shop for clothes. This is something I refer to as stealing time. I steal a possibly wasted minute here, a possibly wasted moment there, and next thing you know, I have a completed task that leads to a completed goal.

Sometimes my clay time feels that way. I steal an hour after dinner and before the kids' bedtime routines to trim almost a dozen cups. I wake up early on a Saturday to steal hours before the family wakes up so I can throw some pots.

It's a struggle to find time to be creative. Often life's obligations get in the way. But it's sad to me when talented people say they don't have time for their art.  I think it's a matter of want and making art a priority. I never want to say I don't have time to be creative. I can't tell the difference between not having time, not making it a priority, and when it's just not important.

Art is as important as keeping one's soul centered and shouldn't be minimized by not finding the time to do it.