Hey June!
It’s June 1st, 2017.
Two Thousand and Seventeen.
That’s thirty years from One Thousand, Nine Hundred and Eighty-Seven.
1987.
I’m going to turn 30 in less than four months now.
30 years of existing on this planet called Earth.
Three decades of family, friendship, study, work and ME.
Two Thousand and Seventeen.
That’s thirty years from One Thousand, Nine Hundred and Eighty-Seven.
1987.
I’m going to turn 30 in less than four months now.
30 years of existing on this planet called Earth.
Three decades of family, friendship, study, work and ME.
Who is Me?
What do I like?
What difference has this ME made in the world after I arrived?
Three decades, 10958 days, 7.5 billion people in the world – and what difference has ME made?
What do I like?
What difference has this ME made in the world after I arrived?
Three decades, 10958 days, 7.5 billion people in the world – and what difference has ME made?
I have lost me in this rat race.
Social Media – with its constant pressure of being happy and perfect.
Social Obligations – always afraid of saying NO, lest someone is offended.
Family, Friends, Love – a beautiful juggle of people and words and expectations and emotions.
Work – always trying to be better, earn more, create more so that you can buy that one more thing you may not necessarily need.
Social Media – with its constant pressure of being happy and perfect.
Social Obligations – always afraid of saying NO, lest someone is offended.
Family, Friends, Love – a beautiful juggle of people and words and expectations and emotions.
Work – always trying to be better, earn more, create more so that you can buy that one more thing you may not necessarily need.
Where does ME fit in here?
Me has become a culmination of all these things now.
Me has become work and friends and family and love and social media and social obligations.
Me has become them.
But Me used to be different,
Me liked playing the keyboard and listening to singers trying for hours to hit that perfect note.
Me loved to sing.
Me would get so lost in a book, that me wouldn’t even know what was going on in the world outside.
Me wanted to travel alone.
Me wanted to randomly enter a café where they were reading poetry out loud.
Me was okay being alone and not being on the phone or messaging people or having something to do all the time.
Me loved to draw. Paint. Learn.
Me did little things and wrote little notes for the ones me loved.
Me spent time with them.
Me had wanted to change the world.
But ME. Me has become lost.
And with the tiny effort to bring myself back, to be who I wanted to, do the things I loved – I have decided to focus on ME. To heal. To become healthy not just physically but mentally. To spend time with myself – no excuses, no distractions. To work on my interests and pursue my hobbies – without being guilty of not giving enough attention to work and those around me. To love myself. So that when I enter my thirties, I’m a happy healthy soul. Ready to take on the world with a fresh mind, a fit body and definitely more determined to not lose myself in the chaos of life.
Starting this month – I’ve set 4 really tiny goals for myself. Achievable yes, but the struggle has never been that. The struggle has been not feeling guilty. To remind myself that I deserve the time I put into doing nothing but reading a book. The struggle to not look at my phone every thirty seconds – social media has me hooked – I’m guilty. Whatever hobby I set my heart to, I’m going to let it take over me. Consume me if it must. I’m going to dabble with four goals, and let it take me wherever it needs to. Even if I don’t achieve them by the end of the month, even if I’ve just managed to keep my phone aside and read a book – that’s enough for me.
Start with me? Pick a forgotten hobby? Forget the pressures, bring ME back.
Drop a comment with what you'd like to start again :)
Hey, June.
Be kind.
Me has become a culmination of all these things now.
Me has become work and friends and family and love and social media and social obligations.
Me has become them.
But Me used to be different,
Me liked playing the keyboard and listening to singers trying for hours to hit that perfect note.
Me loved to sing.
Me would get so lost in a book, that me wouldn’t even know what was going on in the world outside.
Me wanted to travel alone.
Me wanted to randomly enter a café where they were reading poetry out loud.
Me was okay being alone and not being on the phone or messaging people or having something to do all the time.
Me loved to draw. Paint. Learn.
Me did little things and wrote little notes for the ones me loved.
Me spent time with them.
Me had wanted to change the world.
But ME. Me has become lost.
And with the tiny effort to bring myself back, to be who I wanted to, do the things I loved – I have decided to focus on ME. To heal. To become healthy not just physically but mentally. To spend time with myself – no excuses, no distractions. To work on my interests and pursue my hobbies – without being guilty of not giving enough attention to work and those around me. To love myself. So that when I enter my thirties, I’m a happy healthy soul. Ready to take on the world with a fresh mind, a fit body and definitely more determined to not lose myself in the chaos of life.
Starting this month – I’ve set 4 really tiny goals for myself. Achievable yes, but the struggle has never been that. The struggle has been not feeling guilty. To remind myself that I deserve the time I put into doing nothing but reading a book. The struggle to not look at my phone every thirty seconds – social media has me hooked – I’m guilty. Whatever hobby I set my heart to, I’m going to let it take over me. Consume me if it must. I’m going to dabble with four goals, and let it take me wherever it needs to. Even if I don’t achieve them by the end of the month, even if I’ve just managed to keep my phone aside and read a book – that’s enough for me.
Start with me? Pick a forgotten hobby? Forget the pressures, bring ME back.
Drop a comment with what you'd like to start again :)
Hey, June.
Be kind.
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