I often need to remind myself that I don’t have to do everything. Besides, I only have 24 hours in a day like everyone else.
There’s only so much I can do. Too bad I’m super stubborn. Even during the school year, I still try to do what I did over the summer.
I’m doing my best, and that’s all I can do. I strive for balance. It’s tough though. But I like my lifestyle. I have what I need. Hopefully, I can sustain my way of life for a long time.
As much as I love the idea of daily habits, I can’t do all of them some days. Which is why I should prioritize. Depending on the circumstances, I might put one thing before another.
I also can’t wait to graduate. Most likely, I will find work afterwards. Maybe in the future, I’ll return to university, but as of right now, I’m ready to begin my career.
I’ve done a lot in school. I want to do a lot in the real world too.
I have no idea what I’ll be doing in a few months. Or where I’ll be for that matter.
One day, I hope to look back and think my hard work paid off. Until then I’ll tell myself I don’t have to do everything. It’s okay to focus on a few things at a time.
For the longest time, I imagined I’d have a regular 9-to-5 job, unrelated to writing while I wrote on the side during my own time. But these days I want to write full-time.
I’ve never considered myself to be a journalist. Despite some people seeing me as one, I don’t. I haven’t dabbled in journalism. I feel like I’m not that passionate about it. Even though I considered doing an undergraduate degree in journalism, I’m glad I didn’t. I love making up stories too much.
I’ve been thinking that instead of chasing a perfect career, I’d choose a preferred lifestyle. Rather than aiming to be an author, I should strive to create a life where I can write.
I need to be flexible and open-minded. Having an all or nothing mindset isn’t ideal. Besides if I never become an author, it’s not the end of the world. I’d be happy having a career that enables me to write.
I’ve also been thinking that a lot of people obsess over the highlights of a career, yet overlook the less glamorous aspects of a job.
Pursuing writing as a profession means dealing with criticism and rejection. Half the battle is being able to endure the bad.
All this to say, I still have no idea what I’ll be doing after I graduate. I just want to write.
I can’t stop thinking about the future. More like worrying about the future.
I don’t feel ready for the real world. I have no idea what I’m doing now, much less what I’ll be doing after I graduate.
I thought everything would fall into place during my time in university. But the older I get, the less sure I am of anything.
I don’t intend to do more school. It doesn’t feel like the right path for me. I hope to work and write.
There’s a lot I want to do before I die. I’ll try to work full-time while pursuing my passions on the side.
Balancing everything is going to be tricky though. Ultimately, I need to decide what’s important to me.
I’ll make time, make sacrifices.
First things first, I should stop worrying and start working.
Even though money isn’t my biggest priority, it’d be nice to make enough to live a lifestyle I love.
I’m really bad at living my life.
At any given time, I have so many doubts and concerns. A lot of questions and reservations. That’s why some days I hold back. I play it safe.
I need to live. After all, I only get one life.
But it’s okay to take a break here and there. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact I can’t do everything every day.
I like my lifestyle. I like my life. It’s messy. At times, it’s downright ugly. Still, I’m happy and grateful right now.
I can’t imagine living a different life. I realize how lucky I am. I’m able to read, write, blog. I never want to take those things for granted.
Sometimes I think I’m the least understanding person when it comes to my own predicament. I don’t understand why I can’t read 50 pages every single day. I don’t understand why I can’t write 2,000 words all the time. I’m so hard on myself when I fall short.
I need to remember that life isn’t a destination. It’s a journey. Life isn’t about the numbers. It’s about the process.
Besides, I didn’t fall in love with my hobbies because of arbitrary numbers. I fell in love because they made me feel like I was floating on clouds.
At the end of the day, I want to enjoy the little things. So I will do my best to live my own life. I won’t live someone else’s.
Because reading is a lifestyle. Buying books is a way of life.
I refuse to change.
Why would I?
To think I used to feel bad about buying books.
Who was I?
It’s the best feeling in the world.
Can they just arrive already?
I love this time of year. Halloween is tomorrow, NaNoWriMo is in two days, and most of my family members have birthdays in October, November, or December.
Which basically means a lot of candy, chocolate, chips, an insane amount of writing, and plenty of cake to go around.
Let my unhealthy lifestyle become even more unhealthy.
For those curious souls…
This is not to say every writer spends their money this way. But the above is quite accurate when applied to me since I made this graph by myself on Microsoft Excel. I originally planned to do a pie chart but I found that creating the above was much easier.
Clothing: A writer can do without a closet full of clothes, shoes, and accessories. What can’t they do without? I mention this later.
Living: By living, I mean the things I want and desire but can survive without. Entertainment falls in this category.
Surviving: Surprised that my surviving expenses are so low? Well, excluding eating and writing, I don’t need much to survive.
Eating: A writer cannot function when starved or malnourished. Food is important.
Writing: But writing is more important. Which is why half my expenses go towards the purchasing of writing supplies (notebooks, books, pens, etc.) and more.
I don’t live an extremely expensive lifestyle…at least that’s what I have assumed for the past few years. Think of it this way, if you gave me a hundred dollars, here’s how I would spend it…
- $50 for writing related supplies or materials
- $25 for food and drinks
- $15 for necessities
- $7.50 for fun/recreation
- $2.50 for a pair of socks