It would be an understatement if I said I haven’t been in a slump for, well, months actually.
Sometimes I think I try to do too much all at once. I like to think that I can somehow manage to have three jobs and still be mentally “ok”, but let’s face it, running on auto-pilot simply isn’t living and I’m not sure how much longer I can survive if I keep this speed. The kicker is, I always feel guilty if I’m not doing two things at once, if my teeny apartment isn’t immaculate (and it hasn’t been for a while now), or if I take too much “me” time. Time is the thing I covet most in my life right now. Time to read. Time to write. Time to think, and digest, and develop as a person. The scary thing is, I don’t really see myself having “time” at all in the next few months. I’ve been dedicated to starting a business and finishing school, and on top of my regular job that doesn’t leave me many precious moments in the day. That being said, I do find little hints of time to stow away and indulge in. Things like getting up before the sun, making some hot chai and flipping through some pages of the book on my bedside… Things like, watering my tomato plants and watching new seedlings sprout up on my window sill….things like soaking in the sun on my back after a busy Sunday market. Oh how these things, these little things make me rejoice, but they don’t sustain… I wonder, how do you manage time, reader? In such a busy world have we given into the grind? To what end? & is there an escape?