I’m guilty of living a life where my brain, myself and everything around me travels at 100mph. I am also one of those people who feels guilty when they aren’t busy. I pretty much live in a catch 22.
I often spend my time longing for the days where I can sit around and do nothing. The days where you get up, sit on your sofa and switch off your brain and just appreciate relaxing. The last few times I’ve tried to take these days, my mind has been plagued with guilt that I should be doing something else; housework, socializing. blogging, job hunting and everything else in between. We live in a time where being busy seems successful and that you’re achieving, but in reality, doing too much means burning out and exhaustion.
I’m trying to give half an hour a day where it’s purely me time. It isn’t enough, at all, but for someone who constantly books up weekends, is out on the week nights or working full time and then working on my blog in the evening, it’s enough to keep me going. Well, it’s enough to keep me going until I can embrace the lazy days.