It's been a couple weeks since my last post.
I've been busy.
I must admit, I'm a little envious of those who've had to isolate themselves or were forced into lockdown. I understand people didn't want to be shut inside. They didn't want to work from home, but for someone like me who enjoys the solitude, I would have loved it.
With the extra days I've had to work during the last few months, the heightened awareness of social distancing, the stress of keeping up with the most accurate news about Covid-19 and what we know and don't know about the virus has worn me out.
It's made me think about what's important to me. What I need to make time for.
Why do we try to shove so much into 24 hours? We miss out on a lot of the little things.
So, why do we rush? Why have we become a society where we need to do everything, need to have everything and yet miss out on those little things that actually make this life worth living?
Have you ever woken up when it's still dark and watched as the world outside awakened? It wakes up slow. It takes it's time. It does not rush. So why do we feel the need to cram so much into a day?
You should be able to count what's most important on one hand. I bet you it's not how many Instagram followers you have.
Family, health, story, creativity and knowledge are the things I find important.
What's important to you?