It’s been six months since I last managed to write down a somewhat comprehensible, coherent text that I felt I wished to share. However, there have been numerous times over these last 200 days when I had an epiphany, a lightbulb moment or a couple of thoughts I wanted to let out in the world, lessons I’ve learned, new experiences, pleasant and horrific, that taught me something new or reminded me of what I already knew. Sadly, I didn’t have the time, or rather, I didn’t make the time for it. Why? I used to write and post once a week or at least once a month for years. What changed? And why do I feel guilty about this?
I’ve been reflecting on this a lot lately, how our habits change over the years and learning to accept that and let it go.
I still love writing and sharing my worries, opinions, and inner thoughts, though to a lesser degree compared to almost 10 years ago, when I first started this blog. I still do yoga (Yoga with Adriene is a firm favourite) and read for leisure.
But, I rarely play the guitar nowadays, as I often find myself worrying about ‘something’, and not in the mood for it. The same goes for taking photos and making videos. Running has now become part of my daily ritual, a form of therapy I can’t live without, and I discovered a newfound joy in listening to podcasts.
At first, I felt bad about letting go some of my old habits, but now I’ve accepted the fact that I’m not the same person I was a few years ago and my habits and preferences changed. That’s OK. It’s part of growing old.
The WordPress AI assistant suggests sharing more, which I don’t feel like right now (and I’m also starving and my husband keeps asking me to join him for dinner), as well as ending my post with a thought-provoking statement, which I deem unnecessary, so I’ll leave you with this: we humans, have enough to stress about in this complex, crazy world we live in, so letting go of any self-inflicted pressure and guilt can only be a good thing!
Lessons I learned after I turned 30 