Yesterday, I left work at 8 pm. It has been weeks of late nights and weekends dedicated to work. Yesterday, as I sat in the driver’s seat, I drove home, in complete silence. No radio, no air-conditioning- just silence. But my mind wasn’t quite silent. I had so many thoughts in my head. Each one bombarding me with tasks, follow-ups and emotions. Each one questioning, if not contradicting one another.
As I drove very automatically towards home, I realised that I had not lived in the last few months. My actions and my routine had become so robotic that I had forgotten to live. By live, I mean doing things that matter to me personally; read, paint, write, take long strolls. The only thing that made me human was my job and the interaction that I have with my students- knowing that what we do makes a difference and leaves an impact. They may not always understand it, and that’s hard, but they will, eventually. That has always been my drive and what makes me ever so passionate in what I do.
But last night hit me so hard with realisation that if my tank runs on empty, I would never be able to continue giving without becoming short fused. I sat in complete silence and exhaustion and made a deal with myself. Regardless of how busy a day I had, I was going to make time for myself.
I got home, quickly got into something comfortable and cooked. Something I had not done in a while. Then I went for a swim came back showered and cleaned. All of which I completed by being very present in the moment, no thoughts interrupting.
I finally picked up that book that I have been trying so hard to finish because every time I read 2 pages my eyes gave up on me and stubbornly fell shut, and I read like I’ve never read before. I became so submerged in that fictional world I lost track of everything else. It was that breath of fresh air I needed.
I woke up today still exhausted, but I was me again. I felt blessed that I was able to use my own abilities to read, to analyse each written word and understand what was being said, instead of have someone read it to me –simply because I can.
I did not write this with flair or with much thought about what words I wanted to use to convey my points. I just wrote. My last blog post was dated February 15, 2015 and this is a little reminder to myself that I will make time for things that matter to me.
Cheers!
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