I came to a sad conclusion a few months ago - there is never enough time.
I remember thinking in high school that my life was nice and full and to do more things would require planning and hard work. I didn't want to do the dishes or clear the table because I had SO much to do. The teenager's life is so full and busy and important is it not? And then I attended university for my undergraduate degree. I remember thinking that high school was a time of freedom, with something called "free time". As a university student I felt that now I was really busy. As the years progressed in my undergraduate life the feeling repeated itself - when I was in my final year and doing my entrance exams, my honour's thesis, and planning our wedding, I though, wow, I had so much free time in my first year of university... And again, this repeated when I was completing my master's thesis - undergraduates have so much free time - now I'm really busy and I don't know how I'll ever fit more things into my day.
Now as I start my PhD I realize that this is going to happen again - I'm a freakin' graduate student, I really should be smarter than this, it took me how many repeats to learn my lesson? And I figure it is only going to get worse when I graduate in 3 years, find a job, and have kids.
All this is a preamble to the fact that I want to learn how to spin but have no clue if I have the time or energy to do so. But if not now, when? I think I need to become a stay at home cat mom...