In the past, I’ve mentioned how much I wish I had like 100 more hours each day to work on my freelance writing and on my blog. I felt as though having more time would be the answer. If I just had more time I would be so wildly successful like the incredible bloggers I follow.
Well, you know that fun saying floating around internet inspiration boards everywhere? The one about how everyone, Beyonce included, has 24 hours in the day? That is what helped me realize I was just playing the victim instead of going after what I want. Instead of being an empowered mother and Navy wife, I was blaming my kids and my husband’s forever changing schedule for my lack of discipline.
So, after careful examination and introspection, it turns out, and I’m guessing it’s this way for most, I do have the time! I just haven’t been respecting it. My relationship with time has been complete crap. Leaving the house late, forgetting to defrost the chicken for dinner, falling asleep and waking up at different times each day are all prime examples of me not showing Time the love it so deserves. So no wonder it wasn’t loving me back.