All The Steps Between

You can't imagine the amount of draft posts that I have saved here... (or maybe you can?)

I try and write something weekly, and save it in the hopes and efforts of coming back to it.

My birthday was last week, and I turned (a whopping) 25. Can we call it a quarter life crisis if I've been complaining about trying to "find time" since 2011?

I had something click into place the other week about my health. The whole thing with eating healthy and calorie deficits and blah blah blah - something I've known for years and years just dawned on me. The knowldge had been there all along!

I was telling someone about it and they said, "well, yeah... but you knew that." And I did! I swear I did! The other week it just made sense. Made sense and had this right-ness that it never had before. I knew what I had to do, I knew how to approach it in the way to make me more successful without the same struggle I had been having.

So last night there was the same just... moment of clarity. About making time, rather than trying to find it. Like you always hear about healthy habits and working out. You have to make the time for them in your schedule.

I have the same complaint about trying to clean my room whenever my trainer and I talk about it. The words that have dropped out of my mouth far too often as an excuse for fuckall:

"I don't have any time."

It is not, and never has been, about not having time. It's how I'm choosing not to spend it - whether it's cleaning or creating or making time to talk with the people who aren't in my immediate purview of accessibility. I was choosing to not do those things with the time I had.

So here I am. Exhausted with a difficult start to my morning...

Making the time to finish this thought to publish, while I'm eating my lunch. While there are a handful of other drafts waiting for me...

Here's to hoping this puts a better light to my day, and to all the steps to "getting there".

Make time for the things that have been calling for your attention - cleaning, friends, yourself.

Cheers,

Aimee