Too busy to think, too busy to read, too busy to write.
I love most of the things that I’m doing, but there are just too many of them, and I keep finding myself thinking “yeah it’s Wednesday!/why am I wishing my life away week by week?”
There has to be a better way.
Any ideas?
Put yourself on the to do list. My experience only: it can become habit to give our time to everyone else and realize we’re not even on the list. Make a list and schedule time for you – at least 1 activity per day – to pursue what you love, what brings you joy, what makes you feel something more than “wishing my life away week by week.” Peace
Two choices:
1. Simplify. Find your least favorite activity and get rid of it gleefully! Zestfully cast it from your life and celebrate your new-found time. Or…
2. Embrace it. Love the fact that you’re busy because your life is full of love and passion and you have chosen to lead a life chock-full of things you’re good at and interested in, and it just so happens that sometimes “busy” is what that looks like. Change the angle you’re looking at it all. Delight in the fact that you’ve completely filled your life with beauty, and although that sometimes looks hard and mundane, that part’s beautiful too. You’re living such a full, honest, robust, dive-right-into-it kind of life that you’re an inspiration to your friends and maybe you don’t even know it!
I didn’t know actually. I’ll try to keep that in mind.
Meanwhile, I sat and knit last night for an hour and then remembered that I had class planning to do. . .