It comes, it goes.
It ebbs, it flows.
Creativity appears and hides.
Inspiration is all around, it is just up to us to have the eyes to see it.
Recently I’ve been teaching and training myself to take the time for myself.
If I do not invest in myself, how can I possibly expect anyone else to put stock in me and what I do?
Yeah, I’m a full time worker with a part-time job, scraping by to pay the bills… That’s not living, chasing the almighty dollar. Living is discovering what brings fulfillment and ascribing significant meaning to action. Though I’m not fulfilled by my day job, I’m glad to have SOME sense of stability.
Last week, I flat out broke down.
Hyperventilating, keeled over…
I will only survive if I can manage myself amidst the madness.
Nothing will get done unless i do it.
Essentially.
It is what I make of it!!
So the other day when I looked into my eyes I saw a light that has been missing.
I took the time to take care of myself and learned to not feel guilty about it.
For the first time in 5 months, I had a day completely off from my usual 70hrs. of working on someone else’s clock.
After I got over my feeling of guilt for enjoying my life, I had a wonderful time.
I was refreshed.
And it reminded me why I’m slaving away.
I work to live.
I live to create.
