Sunday, January 4, 2015

Dreaming and doing.

The truth is, I dream more than I do. And I hate that.

Maybe it's a good thing--I used to be a do-do-do, go-go-go kind of person. Then I started to relax more, and I love that. It's been great for my mental health.

My mind is an endless running narrative of books to be written and ideas to be implemented. Instead, I work. I sleep. I don't get to do a lot of the things I dream of. I'm the only one standing in my own way.

But the truth is that if I followed all those dreams, I'd be run ragged. Exhausted. Anxious. Mentally unhealthy.

I guess it's about finding balance. Today I am freaking exhausted and I'm working but I wish I was working on a book. Instead, I'm busy meeting a deadline. When I'm done working, I'll rest. Because my body needs it, even though I wish it didn't.

I'm trying to embrace the Type A me with the healthy me that requires rest and reflection. I don't have to act on all of my great ideas, as long as I try to work on some of them I think I can still be content.


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