Making Space

I'm always moving directly from one thing to another.

Sleep to work.
Work to chores.
Chores to family.
Family to friends.
Friends to sleep.
Repeat.

My daily habits made me who I am today. On one hand, I am grateful for the life that I live and finding happiness in that gratitude is easy. On the other, the wanting of more is ever present.

I am the aggregate of my habits. My habits need to change if I want to.

Before we make change, first we make space. Space for time to exercise, to write, to go on a long walk.

Making space is putting one foot outside of your comfort zone, just enough to peer around the walls you've built and visualize the next version of yourself.

Making space is self-inflicting boredom and not allowing yourself to fall back into your rut.

For me, my rut is endless phone scrolling, playing video games even when my friends aren't online, and falling asleep to shows on Netflix that I don't care about.

Doing those things make me feel dead. I am a shell of myself. It's completely mindless. I get very little joy from it. But it's comfy.

Making space is uncomfy.