Rubbing away the rust

There was once a time when I often wrote just for the heck of it. Well the approach hasn't changed but the frequency certainly has. I blame it on numerous new activities that have that have appeared in my life and occupied the time that, I comfort myself thinking, I would have otherwise dedicated to this pleasant hobby of literary rambling. Activities like.. er.. working.. but I used to spend as long in school, college, studies and homework when I was younger. Okay, so there's also time spent traveling, time spent with family and time spent explaining the traveling to the family. And then there's time spent watching TV, reading the newspaper, sleeping etc. Suddenly I realize that at least like old times, excuses still aren't at a premium. But the enthusiasm and desire to take time off for myself to do the few simple things that give me pleasure, one being what I am doing now although years late, sure has diminished. The analyst that I am, I am tempted to dig further to uncover the social factors that caused my bipolar attitudes towards finding time or to the different levels of success with the effort. Yet something reminded me that I was also a positive person who likes to think ahead instead of regret, or at least one who likes to think of himself such. And I decided to use the time I would otherwise have set aside for thinking to some action. Not that I'll give up on the analysis, but for now, I choose to do what is "write".