November came and went. December has made its entry with its splendid ways to make my money disappear while simultaneously making my heart feel lighter.
Last month I’ve drafted a novel, and it’s a complete mess. And I love it. Not the actual words I produced but the fact that I took the time putting words on paper. It turned out my schedule wasn’t so full, there was plenty of time for the taking. Binge watching series can wait. So can a lot of chores. And people. And work. Time was scattered across my life, I just had to sweep it together.
I’ve got a strange relationship with time. Sometimes I try to outrun it, at other times I try to stretch it as far as I can. I ignore it, or watch every minute of the hour tick away. One thing is always true. I spent way to much time (hah!) worrying about it.
The funny thing I realised is that it is never ever going to be tomorrow. It’s ALWAYS going to be a day away. So Dear Tomorrow and all other days yet to come, I will worry about you when you have arrived, because then you’re called today and today I can work with.
So no more resolution making for the future. I’m going to shape my future by taking choices today.
Small steps. Big dreams.