These past few months have been crazy, in good ways and bad. I’ve finally moved out of my parents house which is a big step for me. However, the added responsibility has made it pretty difficult to write and work on other hobbies. And covid and politics haven’t helped much either.
However, I’m done beating myself up about this.
I thought 2020 would be the year I’d write a lot. The year that I’d somehow become insanely successful. I’ve realized now that I can’t have everything and I’m fine with the scarifies I’ve made. Do I want to become a good writer and artist? Yes absolutely! But if it means never having food on the table it will remain my hobby. I used to and still sometimes do complain about how I don’t have time for anything. I forget that I made those choices. I chose to create a busy life for myself and to relax when I chose to relax. I’m done bringing myself down for not working 24/7. As much as there’s goals I want to achieve I also want to enjoy life. To hang out with friends, go for walks, instead of telling myself I should be doing college and school full time while also working on hobbies and finding time to hang out with people. I’m done putting too much on myself.
For now, I’m going to try and focus on what makes me happy rather than waste time telling myself I need to be doing all these things to have a good life. I will write when I want want to and not feel bad about all the time I could’ve spent doing it.