This past weekend I did two things I have not done in rather a long time: I made cheese and I pulled out my harp.
The cheese was Domiati, a North African cheese known for its heaving salting, which allow it to be stored at room temperature. The harp was still there and (after having to replace two wire strings, which is always annoying) was tuned up and played as always.
I am not sure how these things fell out of my life - after all, my weekends have not been so full that these should have been an issue. They are certainly things that I have enjoyed in the past. The cost of them is rather low - free for harp of course, and almost nothing for cheese (you have to buy milk, of course, and perhaps some bacteria from time to time). They are just time.
But I let myself get out of control.
Really, I let myself get over-run by "work" - and by over-run, I mean my inability to manage time effectively to be able to cut off and check out. I have, sadly, convinced myself that "work" takes precedence at all times over such things.
Now yes, work is important - it does pay for a rather great many things. But it should never be so important that it completely consumes all that I enjoy in the quest to "always be ready" and "things get done".
To quote my friend Glen, you have to plan your time as much as your money for the day you are not working. There are worse things than cheese and harps.