I was yesterday years old when I found out I could program my iPhone to tell me when to go to bed and although the alarm has already sounded, I’m still awake. I’m writing this article in a bar all because my best friend wanted to “have a few to wind down” after he got off work. I had just walked into my house when I received his text and although the stream of a hot shower was calling my name, I put my North Face back on and went to meet him.
There aren’t enough hours in my day no matter how much I try to alter my clock and despite my addiction to planners (because I just got a new one in the mail yesterday), I still have yet to make a dent in my to-do list.
I have a career that I love, I write for this lovely, empowering magazine and I’m a creative, which is a nonstop commitment. I also have to be a friend, a sister and so many other things while taking care of myself. Giving up would be so easy.
But I keep going. Because if I stop I’m afraid of what being stagnant looks like. I keep going to keep my brain busy because the things I would think about if I’m not focused on work are the things nightmares are made of. I keep going because there’s someone, somewhere who is seconds away from giving up and they need to know they’re not alone. I keep going because hopefully they’ll find encouragement in my words and push through.
It’s hard, but most things in life worth having don’t come easy. Keep going beautiful, it will all pay off in the end.