Sometimes, I wish I could do everything, but that’s not possible. I only have 24 hours.
I used to be so stubborn about sticking to several daily habits.
Every now and then, some things have to give. I can’t do it all or do everything well. I’ve become more accepting of that fact nowadays.
I want to do many things and do them for a certain length of time or until I reach a specific goal. For example, I try to dance for one hour and read about 50 pages every day.
Nevertheless, I try not to let my current habits stop me from pursuing other opportunities.
I’m content with what I’ve done, yet I’ll continue to do more.
Life is a journey. My growth is ongoing, not a one-time event. So rather than beating myself up over a habit I didn’t do, I will appreciate all the things I did.
I journal before bed, and I’ve been tracking what I accomplish. That way, I can look back on a record of how I spend my time. Which is eye-opening to say the least.
I feel like human beings aren’t always the best at time management for a number of reasons. Tracking what I do and how long it takes me to complete a task has paid dividends. I now have a better understanding of when I should start an activity and when I can finish it.
Of course, I’m not perfect. Some days are good, others are bad. But knowing how I work allows me to plan ahead and account for worst-case scenarios.
A list of things that scare me to some extent.
- Driving. It still terrifies me.
- Failure. I hate failing.
- Rejection. Not as horrifying as it used to be.
- Being late. I have nightmares about this.
- Getting drunk. I like being sober and in control.
- Living in a world without baseball. I wouldn’t want to live in such a world.
- Noise. Loud noises to be exact.
- Heat. I don’t want to burn myself.
- War. Any kind of violence.
- Blood. Other people’s specifically.
- Band-aids. More unsettling than anything.
- Germs. I’m a germaphobe.
- Forgetting. Especially anything important.
- Twisting my ankle while walking down the stairs. Happened one too many times.
- Being out at night. I feel unsafe.
- Darkness. I used to be afraid of the dark.
- Dying before I realize my dreams. No need to elaborate there.
- Dropping money. I’d prefer not to.
- Losing IDs. What a hassle to replace them.
- Drowning. Let’s hope I don’t die in a body of water.
- Getting lost. I’m terrible with directions.
- Car accidents. This might explain my first fear.
What are you terrified of?
Why spend your hard earned cash on the commodity known as books?
Because you should buy experiences. Not products. Not objects. Not things.
So never feel guilty for buying a book. You’re buying an experience. An experience you’ll never get anywhere else.
Life boils down to experiences. Yours. Not someone else’s.
It’s simple, really.
Buy experiences. Write experiences. Experience experiences.