One of the key elements of blogging is writing, but to write is more than just words on a screen. Writing is about inspiring. Writing is about relating. Writing is about making a connection. So, choosing what exactly to write a blog about can sometimes strike me as a challenge. Sometimes I am super busy, over occupied with activities and idea’s and writing flows naturally, other times I am more interested in what’s going on in coronation street, painting my nails and quite honestly getting lost in doing ABSOLUTLEY nothing.
It’s a back and forth process, and I am not just talking about blogging, but life.
After a bloody marvelous weekend in Budapest with the boyfriend, returning home was a bit of a bummer! Catching up on university work, a hefty load of washing and watching all the soaps under the sun, it’s been a very slap dash Sunday. It occurred to me… what the hell are you doing with your time Lydia? I mean honestly, I don’t know. You know the saying ‘are you coming or going?’ well if you asked me that right now, I’d say I’m sat in the middle. I am never fully there, nor not.
I partly blame my age. I am so overly excited to finish uni, graduate, travel, get a job, buy a house, have kids etc, that I haven’t stopped to think what do I want now? Being in my last year of university it really is time to get the most out of what in-front of me. Oh, and I am not just taking about the free £5 printing credit we get per year… * insert roll eye emoji here *
I think we all encounter similar feelings about uncertainty, whether it be about life or specific situation and its refreshing to know you aren’t the only one thinking it. Despite me wishing away my youthful years, I recently came across a simple statement that put things in place.
“Once you stop rushing through life, you will be amazed at how much more life you have time for.”
And suddenly my questioning of time stopped. The debates of should I go out for a meal with my friends because I already have food in my fridge I’ve paid for became unapparent. The ‘No I can’t come out for drinks’ on a Saturday night turned into ‘just one’ because looking a little tired for a shoot isn’t the end of the world, in fact it’s actually relatable as f***. I guess what I’m trying to write about is why sometimes having a plan isn’t the best thing. Be prepared but never say no to unexpected hiccups. Whilst the ‘real world’ is always waiting, take it at your own pace and live in your own uncertain bubble, because this way, nothing it too much of a shock. Take it as excitement and stop chasing time.