Today I woke up at 11 am. Yes, 11 am. And you know what? I didn’t have any guilt whatsoever. Know why? Because I effing deserve it.
Lately, my life has been pretty crazy. Between work and school (I was taking a jewelry class at Working Silver) I’ve had barely any time to myself. Even when I was binge-watching shows on Netflix, I was always doing something else as well. I’m not kidding, it’s been insanity.
But amidst all that insanity is clarity and a sense of purpose. Of all the 76,000 things on my plate right now, I wouldn’t take any of it away because it’s all part of the bigger picture.
The good thing about having a crazy busy schedule is that I don’t have time to do things “just to be nice.”You see, like most people, I would often participate in “social events” to avoid coming off as rude or elusive. I no longer feel the need to do that. No, let me rephrase that. I can no longer afford to do that.
I love my so-busy-I-could-freak-out-at-any-moment life because everything (literally everything) I’m doing right now contributes to THE PLAN. And I love it knowing that. So yes, I woke up at 11 am on a stat-Friday and skipped a brunch. I’m on a mission and I don’t have time to feel guilty!