That is what’s been on my mind lately. Are all my priorities in check? Do I concentrate too much on one thing and not enough on another?
I have a busy schedule. Well, at least I think I do. I know other people have tons more on their plate, but in my opinion, I never really have a sec to sit down and think. I’m always doing something. But, this “something” that I’m doing isn’t really fulfilling. Rather, it’s because I have to do it.
I work a FT job, work-out, as well as squeeze in time to write and read. No, that sure as hell does not sound like “busy schedule.” But, the thing is, it’s the commute that eats up my time. I have a 35-minute commute to work. I leave the house around 8:20 and arrive around 9:00 am. I work until 5:30. It generally takes about 45 minutes to get home.
Once I get to my boyfriend’s hub– this is when he’s off– we eat dinner together, I pack my lunch, we head to the gym to workout, then come home and take a shower. By this time, it’s about 9:30 and we get a limited amount of time to relax. This is when I usually take some time to write. Generally, I don’t spend enough time resting and relaxing. This is an issue because 2 weeks ago, I became severely sick and was unable to go to work.
When he’s working, it’s a different story.
When this occurs, we wake up at 5:30, leave his house by 6:20. I then drop him off and head to my parents to get some shut-eye. Around 8:10, I wake up and eat some breakfast. From 9-530, I work. Around 5:30, I either head to my parents to chill or head to my local gym to workout from 6-6:50. My boyfriend is done at 7, so I pick him up.
It usually takes about 40 minutes to get home. Dinner isn’t until 8:00-8:15. After that, our lunches must be made and then we must have some time to chill. But, do you see the difference?
The boyfriend asked me if I have my priorities set in the correct order.
I mean, I believe I do. I’m still in the process of learning about adulthood. I must begin to take on more responsibility and speak up when the time is right. I mustn’t be timid, shy or afraid of anybody because they’re humans- just like myself. But, I still get apprehensive. I must work on getting over my fears and stepping out of my comfort zone.
2015 is the year to learn, grow and stop being scared of my shadow. It’s time to blossom and bloom and correct my mistakes. I must move forward instead of moving backward. I’m going to work on it and I’m going to work long and hard.