Is guppy a thing one is sick as?
I've had three nasty bugs this winter, with barely time inbetween each to recover. Meanwhile, time thunders onwards and deadlines are lining up like dominoes. Right now I'm working on a story that I hope will be resonant and complex and meaningful when its done, and thinking about future stories, and an animation that I'm lying awake at night obsessing over. I can't wait to set it all up and start work.
At the same time, I'm aware that my beautiful son is swiftly growing up, and if I'm not careful I'll miss some of his wonderful, weightless and miraculous life.
These are quite wonderful problems to have, I think - to be torn between many things that one loves. Maybe the key is in learning to juggle gracefully, and not to get too upset when one inevitably drops a ball.