A question that people ask me regularly is “Where do you get the time to do all this”. Well, the truth is, I don’t get the time. Not the time I want to spend on my commonplace book. And I hate it, I feel bad about it.
I have a 9 to 5 job, I have a household, I have family, friends, a boyfriend. Time is hard to find. Than they say “You have to make time”. Well, newsflash, time is not limitless. It is not like the movie “In Time” (the one with Justin Timberlake), where you can fucking buy time (or if you are in bad luck, you don’t).
Each decision, each choice you make, means that you have to give something else up. And then they say “well… you have to have priorities”. Obviously, I mean, my family and friends have the ultimate priority. But although I love them, and I want to spend time with them, I’m also in need to read, to write, to be on my own.
And than you see all these fabulous Instagram accounts and fantastic blogs, and then you get depressed. Because, for example, yesterday I watched three episodes of the Black List, and I did not read one page in my book, and I did not write one word. I just sat there, watching tv, like a real lazybones (I just like this word).
But maybe, it is not that important to write a blogpost every few days, and take those fabulous photographs, to gain as many visitors and followers as possible. Maybe I just have to enjoy the fact that I have time to read a couple of hours a week, to write every now and then…
In this world you can’t always do what you like, when you like. In this world you have to be content with the things you have, and the things you can do. And I think that we often, too often, forget this.