Back to Basics

 

The simple things are becoming not so simple.

For someone fascinated by STEM, I have not been able to get past a page of physics textbooks. Not a chapter, just a page. As with a lot of other things, that is seemingly becoming a challenge, including the things that I naturally love to do. For instance, I had the draft of this article a while ago but abandoned it because something else mattered –i.e. scrolling mindlessly on my phone. Also, Sundays were meant to be my reading days, but I really just want to watch Shank Comics on YouTube.

A perfect work-free day is now defined as one where I get to curl up in bed all day to either watch TikTok or see a movie, and if possible, have all my meals in bed and that doesn’t seem right. A perfect work-free day should be rising up with the sun, going for a walk, a jog, running, or just soaking in nature, followed by a refreshing shower, healthy breakfast, light chores, reading, learning a recipe, or playing a musical instrument, having a healthier lunch, checking in on family and friends, journaling, seeing a movie, eating a light dinner, having a bath, and going to bed – no lights, no screens, just breathing in the calm with a whole dose of gratitude for yet another day.

The simple things now require discipline. It’s time to redeem time.

So, here’s what I recommend:

Can we snack on fruits or nuts instead?

Can we set a timeframe each day to be entertained? Say, 9 pm to 10 pm?

Can we read a chapter of a book 30 minutes before we go to bed instead?

Can we listen to music and dance while we clean our space on Saturday morning?

Can we use our break time to take a free course, play a musical instrument, or master a new language instead?

Can we listen to the news in the morning as we get ready for work?

Can we say a prayer of gratitude as we get out of bed?

Can we do something different this year instead?

 

P.S-AI helped with punctuation. Oh my!

 


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