Last updated on April 30th, 2021 at 03:24 pm
In my ideal world, I’d be blogging every day with months of content queued up so I could spend my days exploring other interests, and living my life like a normal person—like those people I see on Netflix who go to bed at reasonable hours and look so well-rested when they get into the office in the morning.
I wouldn’t be plagued by piles of ideas large enough to keep a fire going a few nights, thinking all these half-written posts good enough to start from… but usually just ending up with more half-written posts.
I’d never suffer bouts of writer’s block, feeling like I’ve said everything worth saying with a tired and heavy soul unable to keep up.
I’d never feel overwhelmed by all this work that feels undone, chasing after resolution that constantly feels out of reach, taunting me with visions of what life could be like if I could just get my act together. I feel like there’s just so much I could do if the cards played out a slightly different way, not making it as hard to get things done in a life trying to pull me in so many directions.
But this is the life I have, and the hand dealt to me to live it. It’s up to me to do what I will with it all, using every last thing I have in me to do the very best I can with what days I have.
Ain’t no one gonna make your life easier for you but you.