I often feel the urge to get it all done before it’s too late,
time knocking at my door and telling me to hurry up, to not lose balance, to find the time to go bring an icecream to my grandma, find a job, an affordable flat with a nice view and sqweeze in some pilates.
And I thought that organizing my days in to-do lists would’ve made it look much clearer,
But they don’t seem to ever find a happy ending,
and I can’t find the space to fit those minutes of lighthearted goofyness
and unrelated talks,
Of early afternoon walks or finishing one of the projects I keep shaping and modelling in my head and inevitably end up adding to the bunches of ready-to-bloom bunches, hide them in the closet and leave there until the right moment comes.
But I also figured that if you’re not yet there – where you thought you’d be by now,
hang in there.
This is not to say that all things will work out, that you’ll afford a studio with a view on sunsets and no traffic sounds waking you up on weekends.
But don’t spend your night crying your fears out and your days trying to tame them.
It never worked for anyone.
Just put a tshirt on, roll up your sleeves and get your butt to work.
The right time comes
when you decide to let it in.