I’m sitting on my chair and thinking on the weirdness of change for last three or four years of my life. One moment my days were consumed with reading books, library trips, notebook writing and gaming on old school consoles and gardening….
That’s all gone. I slept in a house filled stuff now I have less stuff and less time to rest and I haven’t been to a library in months. My digital library of books and games is still growing. My physical books go mostly untouched.
It was series of choices. It was a series of careless living choices. Now. My time begins at 5 a.m. In the morning. I work way more then I ever have in my life and I write probably more then I did six years ago. I don’t live careless anymore. I don’t have the time. I have to live on purpose.
It took losing family, stuff to gain regrets, purpose and mindset to write, and live intentionally. I’m a slow learner but I learn to adapt.