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"My blog." Back in the day, when everyone just had "a blog." Haha. Now I feel like most people have specific reasons to have a blog - cooking, crafts, etc. Otherwise, I think people share mundane personal news with social media.
I am intrigued by way in which I want time to flow, and I have tried to be more mindful about it. I used to spend a lot of time at home worrying about going to work. I would start to think about it as soon as I was off from work. Omg, the weekend is going to go really fast. It's gonna be over before I know it and I'll be back at work. Then at work, I would just wish to be home and count down the days/hours till I was home again. But then I realized I was just bouncing between two states of discontent, and wishing for time to go faster, or making it go faster by worry. So I try to enjoy all of the time, even at work. When people at work say "I hope your shift goes by quickly," I smile to myself and think "I hope I get to live a lot of life. I hope it doesn't go too fast!"
I have tried to do this by noticing how it feels to know it is my last night of work. I feel joyous and happy that I'm about to go home, but I'm still working. On any given shift, though, being home is not far away. I can feel joyous and happy about being in a state of working and about to be home even on my first day of work.
Another illustration of this respect of time is that I have a party planned for Saturday. I am really looking forward to it. I realized with dismay that after the party comes Sunday, which is a workday for me. But then I remembered I have the weekend off, and it was OK to just look forward to Saturday because there is not work immediately following it. But how can I just be so focused on Saturday that I miss the rest of my days off preceding it? How can I appreciate them less, just because I have more of them after Saturday? How much more would I enjoy life if I just appreciated all of it?
