And believe me, the first week of the year is the most promising as it infuses fresh enthusiasm and energy into our weary bones, making everything look doable.
Maybe because it’s these diluted aspirations which keep us hopeful about the future. The gelatinous turbidity of our lives ensconces our hopes reminding us of the knob on the walking stick used by Richard Attenborough in Jurassic Park. The tiny mosquito embedded in the blazing glow of the lava rock, remember it?
Reading has been a big part of who I’m. Give me a book and I can spend days immersed in the parallel world, oblivious to the real world around me. There have been times when, because I was at some crucial point in the narrative, the house was ignored, cooking was near palatable, and sleep was a distant, disruptive activity.
Time waits for no one and it’s so true. Just look at the calendar and you’ll realise what I’m trying to say. It’s already the end of October; another two months and this year comes to an end, just like that. Like Jim Rohn says, “Either you run the day, or the day runs you.”
This is one term that has been quoted again and again and again, and has suddenly gained rockstar fame and significance. Me-time. In the dictionary it means, “time spent relaxing on one’s own as opposed to working or doing things for others, seen as an opportunity to reduce stress or restore energy”. That’s wonderful.