It’s been too long since my last blog post, but I suppose better late than never? Too much has been happening for me lately and I hope to have a life where I am not too busy to write, but sadly, I don’t seem to have that yet.
All the time online we see talk about multitasking. People make social media posts to tell us that we can control our lives by having multiple things happening in some perfect order. Hustle culture has us looking for a life in which we are able to combine as many things as possible.
This is rarely, if ever, possible. What I’ve found is the more likely occurrence, however, is an unwilling surrender of the things you enjoy doing for the things you have to do. For me; that’s doing work instead of updating my personal blog,
Lately, I realised that this might not be the life that I want for myself. On one hand, I know that I am always going to have a creative life – being creative is important to me and I want to always have that.
In some way, this might translate to always being busy, but not the kind of busy that I have been lately. I have found myself seeking to break my life into manageable bits and pieces, small enough for me to enjoy without choking on the fragments.
A quote that I found lately reads something like this – make time for happiness/joy because sadness/sorrow always makes time for itself. I don’t know who said this and will probably check before I publish this blog post (PS: I couldn’t find the original and I’m still searching), but this quote has rung in my mind a lot of times lately.
Life can get so busy when you’re young. I say “when you’re young” because my youth is the only thing I’ve experienced. We’re told that we have a lot of time but never about how all of that time is locked away in the things we seemingly have to do. There is so much required from you, the obligations tend to weigh you down and barely give you time to breathe.
No one also talks about how this is the time when you have to set your head down and build a life for yourself. How that, opportunities abound in your youth and every chance you miss feels like your last chance to be someone or something great.
I try to remind myself that this isn’t true – that I am more than the things that I let go of – but knowing something often does not directly translate into understanding it. Understanding things on the level that life requires you to, is often an uphill task.
I take my time to remind myself to enjoy life and living – to make out time for joy because sadness creates time for itself. I’m still learning how to do this.
Lately, I lost someone who was important to me, and beyond the loss itself, I was reminded of previous grief that I had not gotten over. There were times that I could not function and had to put down all the work I had thought was so important.
Again, I was reminded that the bad times command your attention. They do not seek permission to dominate your life, and oftentimes, you will lose in the battle to keep grief at bay.
It’s like the weather. You don’t have to go out and enjoy it when the sun is shining, but stormy weather will always force you to stay indoors. Bad weather doesn’t need your permission to ruin the day, but a clear day can be good or bad depending on you.
Why did I start writing this? In part, because I hope you’re never too busy to do the things you enjoy doing & also because I hope you make out time to be happy.
Life goes by whether we want it to or not, we have to create happiness for ourselves whenever we can. Writing makes me happy. I hope to always create time for it.