It was a late Saturday afternoon and all that could be heard was the hum of the refrigerator, the occasional car drive past and the sound of rain on the roof.
It was almost silent, no music, talking or television. It was calming almost meditative. I sat on the sofa with my feet up, in a cosy argyle sweater that I’d bought second hand.
I felt an internal stillness and I felt at peace but I also couldn’t help but wonder why I didn’t allow myself to have moments like this more often.
The next day I indulged in silence once more. This time I was cleaning and had planned to put on a podcast or a playlist. Once I got started sorting, wiping and organising I realised how much I liked the quiet. It felt a little luxurious and just lovely.
It’s interesting that something so significant could come from something so simple. And what I liked even more is that it was unintentional. It wasn’t me forcing myself to be in silence which I think is why I liked it so much.
The idea of luck is great as a one off thing but if you grow to rely on it you’ll end up becoming lazy and disappointed.
You’ll be lazy because you’ll live your life assuming that you don’t have to try so hard because luck will balance things out for you.
And you’ll be disappointed because at some point things won’t balance out and you’ll be left wondering why?
Luck isn’t sustainable to rely on for the life you want but it’s great as an addition to a life you’ve worked for.
Luck is like the icing without the cake or the digestive biscuit without the chocolate, you’re perfectly fine without it.
Granted, there’s nothing wrong with holding the belief that things will turn out swimmingly but you can’t really expect that when you’ve taken the do nothing approach.
After a week or so of struggling to write I got my flow back, the words began to pour.
I began to think about how difficult it had been to post everyday that previous week, until I caught myself and realised why I hadn’t been able to write as easily.
I’d stopped writing.
In that week or so of struggling to write I’d gotten caught up in being busy and I chose to do other things with my time instead of write. And so I suppose I created this story in my head about struggling to write because it was easier than admitting the truth.
Plus, at times it’s almost cool to have ‘writers block’ just so you can shout about when it’s over.
When was the last time you checked in with your dream life.
As in checked to see if you’re moving any closer to the things you want or say you want from life.
More importantly, do you know what you need to do in order to get there?
It could be learning a skill, saving money or building your confidence.
If you’re not making the effort to do what needs to be done then you can’t be disappointed when things don’t magically falling into place.
Something that I believe to be a dream life misconception is that things will happen by themselves. As though you’ll be going about your usual routine and someone will appear ready to change your life. Sure that’s what happened to Cinderella but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen to you too.
It’s easy to fall into thinking that you only have 2 options.
Do nothing or do what everyone else is doing.
Sometimes that works out okay but other times you need a third option.
That third option is to carve you’re own path and do what feels best for you.
And sure that might draw attention to you or people will have something to say about you straying from the norm but it’s better than the alternative.
I’ve learnt that it’s important to be able to stand in your truth without considering other peoples opinions and thoughts before you’re own.
It could be pursuing a career that others see as risky, taking a solo trip or even speaking up about issues that are important to you.
It doesn’t matter what it is but it does matter that you do what’s right for you.
The sound of the music,
The touch of your skin,
Yet I still feel hesitant,
To just let you in.
I originally planned to share a full poem today. The above is part of a poem I started just under a week ago. I have 3 other verses but none of them feel quite done yet.
I need to remove words, change words and say it out loud to ensure it flows in the way that I like.
I love writing poetry. It might be simple and incredibly amateur but it’s also a true labour of love.
Like a lot of the writing I do, my poems capture moments, experiences and thoughts. I look back on old poems like photographs.
I don’t write poems very often but it’s refreshing to sometimes do something a little different.
I’ve recently developed a new habit that I’d previously had difficulty implementing.
When I initially tried to add this habit to my life, I kept falling flat. I wasn’t doing it as often as I wanted and my commitment to it was half-hearted.
After a short while I gave up on the habit because it clearly wasn’t working. In hindsight I can see that the problem was my approach but I didn’t realise it at the time.
Despite this I still held the intention of the thing I wanted to become a habit but I’d stopped trying.
Weeks later whilst lost in thought I realised that I’d unknowingly implemented the habit I’d previously been working towards. I think it happened because the intention was in my subconscious.
Granted at the time, I was only less than 2 weeks into the habit so it was more of a practice but I couldn’t help but notice that things felt so much easier.