I don’t balance my time well. I feel the days, months, and years slipping by so quickly, and I can’t help but feel like I’m being left behind. Do you ever feel that too—that sense that there just isn’t enough time?
I had so many plans for school, for hobbies, for little dreams that used to make my heart race. I wanted to write more, read more, learn something new, dance again. But somehow, life got louder. Work, errands, exhaustion, distraction—it all piled up.
So I made a plan. Nothing fancy. Just a promise to squeeze something into the middle of my day—something that’s mine. A walk. A few pages of a book. A paragraph of writing. A breath that doesn’t belong to my obligations.
Because time won’t ever stretch for us. We have to carve it out with both hands, messy and determined.
Lately, I’ve been thinking that maybe the goal isn’t to “find” time, but to make peace with it. To realize that it’s not the enemy rushing past us—it’s the companion walking beside us. Sometimes too fast, yes, but always faithful.
When I slow down enough to notice the world—my coffee cooling beside me, sunlight sneaking through the blinds, a song from the 90s that instantly takes me home—I realize I’m not actually out of time. I’m just out of presence.
The truth is, we make time for the things we give our heart to.
The rest… becomes background noise.
So this is my gentle reminder to myself—and to you:
You don’t need more time.
You need to claim the time that’s already yours.
Even five minutes can become holy if you fill it with something that makes you feel alive.
So start small.
Make that cup of tea.
Watch the sunset without photographing it.
Read one page. Write one sentence. Take one deep breath.
You don’t have to fix your whole life today.
You just have to give time permission to love you back.
✨ Stay present. Stay patient. Stay kind to your hours. ✨
Stay tuned.
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