Exhausting. One word sums up the past four months of my life. It is hard to find time to do what you love when you can barely manage to take care of what you need. But this is me, fighting the current, coming back to what I love, writing. It is easy to allow our heads to fill with the clouds of everything we face on a daily basis. It is even easier to fall out of sync with what we love, what makes us happy. I came across a great quote the other day that put things into perspective again. Sometimes we need a little reminder that the mundane isn’t what we live for, it isn’t what we will be remembered for, and it isn’t where we will find true happiness. If I do not write I don’t feel alive, I don’t have a pulse. I want my existence to mean something. Do what you love, even if it kills you, even if no one understands, even if it shakes the very foundation you stand upon, do what you love, and you will find true happiness.
“Because in the end, you won’t remember
the time you spent working in the office
or mowing your lawn.
Climb that goddamn mountain.”