Out of 7.6 billion people (as of October 2017), God has meticulously designed me for some specific reason...that I have yet to discover. FOMO would be an applicable term to apply to my omnipresent anxiety about completing a never-ending to-do list, and my internally perceived race against the clock to discover my purpose.
The bottom line is that there just never seems to be enough time - work is a Sisyphean effort, time with friends and family is not only elusive but am convinced that it actually somehow speeds up during these "pearl moments". More importantly, I know this is not unique to me. In fact a good portion of catching up with friends is dedicated to commiserating how tiring the reality of being an adult can be and how it is not living up to our childhood expectations (if you are reading this, I'm sure you can relate). How can this feeling of not being able to accomplish enough be so prevalent when there is a plethora of self-help, motivational, religious and however many innumerable other resources available literally at the click of a button?
Perhaps it was an epiphany inspired by divine intervention (realistically I was bored on the train and over thinking life, as I have a tendency to do when nothing else is readily available to obsess over), but my mind flashed back to a conversation with my husband. I can still hear him asking me, almost exasperated, "What does success look like to you?" Even now I falter at how to respond. Is it a having a career and financial stability? Is it being able to spend as much time as you want with your family? Is it possessing a big house?
Similar to the question of "how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop, I may never know. Nevertheless, I strongly believe that success is related in someway to being the master of your time. Up until this very moment I have never put aside time for myself. I have many interests and hobbies, especially writing, but yet they always get pushed aside for something admittedly more important but flash forward a decade and I still haven't built upon these passions. Life is too short to be constantly miserable.
Maybe nothing will come of this blog, and yet maybe something will but the point is to set aside time each day (even if it's just five minutes) to write about anything that I find interesting. I have learned that things definitely do not get accomplished unless it is written down so here it is: my official pledge is to set aside time to ponder life and share my thoughts and musings at least four times a week for the next year. If I can find a way to reach out and help just one person in the process, then the this blog has been a success.
The bottom line is that there just never seems to be enough time - work is a Sisyphean effort, time with friends and family is not only elusive but am convinced that it actually somehow speeds up during these "pearl moments". More importantly, I know this is not unique to me. In fact a good portion of catching up with friends is dedicated to commiserating how tiring the reality of being an adult can be and how it is not living up to our childhood expectations (if you are reading this, I'm sure you can relate). How can this feeling of not being able to accomplish enough be so prevalent when there is a plethora of self-help, motivational, religious and however many innumerable other resources available literally at the click of a button?
Perhaps it was an epiphany inspired by divine intervention (realistically I was bored on the train and over thinking life, as I have a tendency to do when nothing else is readily available to obsess over), but my mind flashed back to a conversation with my husband. I can still hear him asking me, almost exasperated, "What does success look like to you?" Even now I falter at how to respond. Is it a having a career and financial stability? Is it being able to spend as much time as you want with your family? Is it possessing a big house?
Similar to the question of "how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop, I may never know. Nevertheless, I strongly believe that success is related in someway to being the master of your time. Up until this very moment I have never put aside time for myself. I have many interests and hobbies, especially writing, but yet they always get pushed aside for something admittedly more important but flash forward a decade and I still haven't built upon these passions. Life is too short to be constantly miserable.
Maybe nothing will come of this blog, and yet maybe something will but the point is to set aside time each day (even if it's just five minutes) to write about anything that I find interesting. I have learned that things definitely do not get accomplished unless it is written down so here it is: my official pledge is to set aside time to ponder life and share my thoughts and musings at least four times a week for the next year. If I can find a way to reach out and help just one person in the process, then the this blog has been a success.
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