As the evening falls upon my Sunday, I sit and reflect, where did my weekend go? From Friday afternoon to Sunday evening I feel like my life gets swept up in a vacuum. What did I do with my time off?
I’m about to plunge into something that is going to eat up my free time significantly, we’re talking every night and every weekend (if I’m lucky). Of course, I’m a little apprehensive about taking this step. I’m worried about not having enough time to play my music or to spend with my boyfriend. But the alternative feels much worse to me. I’m hoping a brief time of chaos can lead to reward. But there is no way to find out, unless I go out and try it.
That’s why I’m telling myself to stay hungry. Let dissatisfaction be your guide to greatness.