I can’t remember the last time I sat down, laptop at the ready, with the intent to write posts all day. I’ve written assignments, notes and reminders. I’ve compiled emails, tweets, and texts. But I haven’t blogged, or edited my book for what feels like forever. And here’s why…
I started taking writing seriously age sixteen. I struggled with my mental health aged seventeen. I began to feel like an adult, but not really, aged eighteen. I finally settled into university aged nineteen. Now, at twenty, I’ve finally realised some of my mistakes. Isolating myself with the intent to write is one of them, and this is why I’ve stopped.
To some extent, I study a creative degree. In fact, 40% of my final years grade depends on my ability to write creatively. Yet, as I’ve grown up, and learnt to appreciate those around me, I’ve had to prioritise my time. You can’t socialise, get a first in a degree, edit your book, write blog posts, run errands, and learn to drive…successfully. You have to choose the important three, and right now, I know exactly what they are.
Now, I’m not going to make this any more mysterious than it needs to be.
For months now, those three little words have been my life, and I couldn’t be happier. My book isn’t getting edited, and posts aren’t getting written, but I’m living in order to one day do both of those things. And I could be wrong. I could be making a mistake, and regret wasting my final year on late night chats instead of edits. But it feels right. And if a gut feeling is all I have, then that’s what I must trust.
What’s your opinion on work/life balance? Let me know in the comments.
Until next time keep dreaming x