For a long while, I blogged 6-7 times a week, it was my new favorite creative outlet, my readership was growing quickly, and I really enjoyed it. Even back then, a part of me wished I could do more - but having a full time job, an occasional jewelry business, a family, sweet friends (you know how it goes) life sometimes just gets in the way.
6-7 times a week turned into 4-5, which quickly turned into 2-3, then 1, and then 0...for like, months.
I felt guilty and sad, like this thing that I had been building I had turned my back on - I felt dumped even though I was the one who initiated the break up.
Time passed, and it became easier for me to GET OVER MYSELF and when I finally did, I discovered something unanticipated: Acceptance.
I put a lot of pressure on myself in almost everything I do, because I enjoy feeling satisfied by working hard and setting goals. But somewhere along my path, the lines crossed.
I was so busy exploring or sharing experiences I wanted to do, I didn't actually make time to do any of it. And what I did make time for, I couldn't appreciate because I was so concerned about the next thing.
It's so easy to see now (and it isn't rocket science) but I can't be everywhere at once, do everything I want to do, for everyone in my life - all in the same moment. My expectations needed a reality check, so I stopped, regrouped, and prioritized. It was hard in the beginning, but ultimately I started really enjoying my choices, because quite simply, I made less of them.