busy

there's always something on repeat: 


Okay, okay. I know you didn't come here just for the jams, the good stuff is below: 

if at first you don’t succeed, fix your pony-tail and try again.

I think Millennials - more than any other generation - are obsessed with the concept of time. We Instagram our favorite #tbt memories from the past, we preach about living in the present, and we talk about our big dreams for the future. Fact: time is a non-renewable resource, and each time we stop to measure, we lose a bit more of it.

Instead of focusing on time as a unit of measurement to define where we are in this journey, maybe we should focus on how we fill it. Maybe we should focus on being busy. Focus on making the most of our busy, not our time.

I’ve been stuck in this weird rut for awhile. It’s as though I'm sitting on the bleachers watching people run up and down the court, and I so badly want to be in the game with them but I just can’t muster the energy to tie my shoelaces. These people are busy. They are getting shit done. And I’m just sitting. Watching. Waiting. (For God knows what...) Each day moving a little slower than the last, and everything feeling a bit more stagnant. (Or maybe that’s just the DC heat finally settling in…)

I know the danger of stagnation. It allows the tools in your brain to get dull, and your body to forget what motivation feels like.

I have this theory that busy is the secret to time. If your brain is busy, your body will follow. Thus, giving you more time. Stephen Hawking is my favorite example. According to the limits of science and medicine, ALS should have killed him years ago. But there is this tiny thing called the Universe, and he won’t quit until he solves all its mysteries. He might be a jerk, but he is a busy jerk who can’t stop and won’t stop. (BTW, the Theory of Everything is a really great movie.)

But I’ve learned there are a few rules to this game:

First, you can’t be busy for the sake of being busy. It’s just too easy to get burned out. You really have to understand what activities energize you versus those that drain. Some people need to be out in the world networking to recharge their batteries, and others need a coloring book and the Real Housewives. Find what works for you, and set your schedule accordingly.

Second, you have to be a doer. It’s so easy to sit and dream. As of late, I've spent a lot of time dreaming, and very little time doing. It’s a simple equation, you have to turn those thoughts into action if you want to move forward. But it’s hard to get started. Like, really fucking hard. I’m still working through this phase, and if you’re sitting here with me, my best recommendation is to just keep trying. Slow and steady wins the race.

Lastly, being busy isn’t a competition. There’s no use in comparing. Your busy is not going to look like Stephen’s busy, because solving mathematical equations to explain black holes just doesn’t get everyone fired up. (Talk about a nightmare.) I’ve spent the last several months thinking I would be happier if I could just motivate myself to get on my homegirl CP's level. She's the girl who crushes a workout before rocking the 9 to 8 and still says yes to gin and tonics before getting four hours of sleep to do it all over again. Real talk, I've been failing miserably because you can't just go from 0 to 60 and expect to sustain that lifestyle. There are limits, and you have to respect them. I need seven hours of sleep, end of discussion.

Charlie from Top Gun said, “You’re not going to be happy unless you’re going Mach-2 with your hair on fire.” More Mach-2 and less hair on fire, but she’s right. Moving slowly makes it too easy to get trapped in these ruts. The honest truth is I’m a better person when I move fast. I’m happier. I’m healthier – both physically and mentally. And most importantly, I’m motivated.

So here we are on day 206 of 366, and it's the perfect time to try again. My hair is still too short from the chop in April, so fixing my braid will have to do. (#mistake) I’m pushing forward, because I’ve got my eye on something Big. There's only one thing left to do: get busy.

See you all back here shortly!
Meow 

 I was informed this is called "resting bitch face" or RBF. Apparently I get cranky in the heat...

I was informed this is called "resting bitch face" or RBF. Apparently I get cranky in the heat...