I live

Huh, so where do I even begin? I’m still alive and kicking, although you couldn’t tell so judging from the activity on this blog. I’ve been ignoring it like crazy. Which IS crazy considering I’m paying for it. Besides, I’m not really ignoring it. I’m simply too busy to write.

I know, I know. Such a lame excuse, aye? At least being too-busy-for-anything is super popular right now. It’s the latest trend from what I hear so once for a change I’m keeping up the appearances. Congrats me?! But all jokes aside, the reality is that I’m truly super busy.

I’m not saying this in vain. In fact, I’ve been so busy it’s not even funny anymore, but I’ll get back to that later.

First, I want to focus on this blog. When I started it, I wanted to write about how to cope with life with chronic illnesses. I wanted to inspire and be inspired, offer and find support, all the usual jazz, you know. Guess I was dead wrong. Writing about that ain’t easy. It’s not easy to find words. It’s hard to be all smiles and brimming with wit at all times. On top of everything my latest doctor appointment was a sheer disaster, so I swore to myself I’m done with doctors. Regular check-ups, m’kay, everything else- hell no!

Hope I don’t jinx it, but I’ve been feeling surprisingly well lately. Maybe that’s because I’m so busy, hehe, but either way I’m thankful for it.

That being said, let’s go back to me being so, oh, super busy. Before I continue, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE to work! Honestly. I’m happy I can work, and I love my job(s). Buuuut- it might’ve come to a point where work is all I have. And something deep down tells me that can’t be right. That there is or should be more to life.

I mean, I feel SO lost without work. The second I have nothing to do it hits me how empty my (personal) life is, lol. But what’s even worse is that that I have no idea how to relax, unwind and take it easy.

My work is- hard to describe. All I can say is that it’s extremely versatile. I do many different things. We have a family business, we recently opened a new branch, and I help at both. Then there’s my freelancing I have no intent to give up on as it allows me to write and be free (sort of).

There’s nothing I love more than writing. It makes me happy. I’m very grateful I’m slowly but surely making progress in this direction. I’ve been doing lots of different writing jobs lately- from eulogies, CEO to copywriting. But no writing for my soul. And I miss it!! I honestly do. However, days are only 24 hours long, and it’s hard to fit it all in this short time frame.

Besides, writing isn’t something you can do on command if you know what I mean. My other jobs are highly unpredictable not to mention emotionally exhausting, so I gave up social life too. I’ve learned it’s best not to make any plans and promises rather than breaking them.

I get roughly 5-6 hours of sleep, go to work, and rarely make it home before 6 PM. Then I cook some dinner, and voila- it’s time to take my laptop and work some more. I try my best to keep with up with regular work. I juggle as much as I can. But it’s not leading anywhere, to be honest.

Although I enjoy the hustle, there is a lot I miss. I miss alone time. I miss relaxation. I miss carefree feels. Ok, so the latter might be a myth but still. Life can’t be all stress and no fun, right? I’m aware of all the flaws, but somehow it seems I can’t make a proper change. I have no idea why is that so. But I guess being aware of it is the first step or something. πŸ˜‰

In other news, I’ve been struggling with activist burnout lately too. I’ve been under attack for my veganism a lot. People still don’t get it, duh.
But to be honest, it’s not just the animal welfare that worries me it’s our planet and how we litter it. We’re going to drown in the trash, but no one cares. Environmental reasons are a big part of my vegan journey, and seeing how reckless and clueless people are is super depressing. So I made a vow to do my best to spread awareness. Still, it doesn’t feel enough so I hope I can get involved more actively.

Anyways, I’m still alive. But just because I live doesn’t mean I’m living. If you know what I mean. Not to get too philosophical,Β I’ll try to change that, and start living too. πŸ™‚

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