Today, after a really long time, I began writing something that was not for the blog, or for work, or for anything else. I started writing something that I’d meant to, for the longest time, but I never really got the chance. It takes such a simple reminder to go back to doing things simply because you love them and not because someone out there is expecting you to do it.
I still haven’t gotten too much of it written, as of now, but I know that this is something I want to write, just for myself and nobody else.
Sometimes, we get carried away with what our actions mean to everybody else around us, we end up invalidating how much it should mean to us instead. We get so caught up with trying to fulfil everyone else’s hopes and expectations of us, we forget what it is like to have a couple of them for ourselves. I don’t know how we can break out of that pattern; I’m still figuring it out for myself, but I know that it has something to do with going back to doing what makes you the happiest, for yourself, and devoid of any and all expectations of it.
At some point in our lives, we all did things that made us happy without any ulterior motives behind them. But growing up does come with a lot of weight behind your actions. You can no longer get away with doing what you love simply for the love of it all.
I don’t know what makes you the happiest, but try to go back and reconnect with yourselves today. Burnout is very real and all of us are experiencing it as we speak. It’s difficult to hold onto the things that make us happy, and letting them go is disrespectful to us.
So, I ask you this–what is it that makes you happy? And if you had the chance to do it, devoid of any expectations from outside, would you do it again?