Time at a standstill


A convention brought about to track the progress of our lives. Are we doing too much or are we not doing enough? Time is always there but we sometimes find ourselves losing track of time and asking where did it all go? And why so fast?

I’m prone to asking these questions and since returning home for the summer break I find myself asking the reverse. I’m now showered with an abundance of time. Maybe it’s because I’m allowing myself to have more time to do the things that I actually want to do.

Summer for me has always been long and somewhat unproductive, I find myself only ever searching for that break I deserve. I longed for my summers to be like how they used to be. Spent with friends and family everyday having fun, going on adventures and losing myself in the world that I’m glad to call mine. But somewhere in the middle of that I grew up and lost my way. I was more focussed on earning the money. I lost touch with friends and I was forever feeling guilty for not making them a priority. Or myself for that matter.

So this summer I set myself a challenge: To do the things that make me the happiest.

I said goodbye to the constant work ethic I enroll into whenever I come home because “I need the money”.

I’ve compromised, settling for only 3 shifts a week instead of the many more I usually do. I requested my weekends off and so far they’ve been accepted. I took time off to help myself out.

It’s long needed.

I wanted my days to be free so that I could see the people I’ve missed whilst away and get to do the things I set my heart on doing. Like Snowdon for example, after getting a bad case of envy after seeing my brothers instagram post of him hiking Mount Snowdon, I made a special request to embark on the expedition for myself.

And guess what. I did it.

This is because I made it a priority. I planned and I accomplished. It was just another reminder that if you start listening to your thoughts and acknowledge what you truly want you get your life sorted and you change yourself for the better.

My life in london is constantly on ‘play.’ I find it quite hard to escape the world I live in and I find sanctuary in my writing and alone time. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore my life there but there are some days where I just wish everything could be paused for a few seconds for me to take my breather and then carry on. I do love the fast nature of the city and my degree and it definitely keeps me on my feet but every once in a while I think everybody needs a break.

Going from a sky rocketing lifestyle to a more relaxed system has definitely took some time to get used to.

8 days in and it’s only just settling into my body. In the first few days everything seemed warped. Time had slowed down.

Time was at a standstill.

I was greeted with hours of emptiness and plentiful opportunities. It felt different. Not what I was used to at all. Work helped relieve the hollowness of my schedule but it just felt abnormal to me.

But I liked this abnormal approach.

I’ve spent my days catching up with friends and family. I’ve done things I wanted to do and I’ve planned my days in accordance to my goals and objectives. I think it’s because I know in less than a weeks time I’ll be setting off on my adventures in South East Asia .

My time is limited and I intend on spending it wisely. Not wasting it worrying about finances and doing absolutely nothing. I want this summer to last and I want it to be great.

I have a feeling it will be.

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