If you are patient with time, time will be patient with you.
Ever since leaving my full time job, I have been complaining about the fact that my days seem to be hijacked. I can’t get a handle on how I manage my schedule. There are no real routines or structures in place that give me a sense of grounding. My attitude with the work on my plate is less urgent, while I become more interested in so many other things. Of course, this is what I prefer; I like that my days do not look the same. I get to indulge my curiosities, and contemplate more intently how I wish to live. But I am frustrated that there is neither a rhyme nor a reason to what I am doing now. The various activities on my calendar do not intersect, and I feel scattered in my desire to follow the many passions in my heart.
Ever since leaving my full time job, I have been complaining about the fact that my days seem to be hijacked. I can’t get a handle on how I manage my schedule. There are no real routines or structures in place that give me a sense of grounding. My attitude with the work on my plate is less urgent, while I become more interested in so many other things. Of course, this is what I prefer; I like that my days do not look the same. I get to indulge my curiosities, and contemplate more intently how I wish to live. But I am frustrated that there is neither a rhyme nor a reason to what I am doing now. The various activities on my calendar do not intersect, and I feel scattered in my desire to follow the many passions in my heart.
