Sophie.

Sophie.

I feel off my game right now.

I’m stood in my dressing gown, having just gotten out of the shower at 11:45am. And it occurs to me that if this were a weekday, I would have been at work for almost 3 hours already.

Why is it that I’m on time for work, every time, but I can’t show up on time for my life?

Is the problem that when I consider my work and my life, I think of them as totally separate?

I’m one person when I’m at work, a person who is never late because I would have to answer to the hierarchy. And I’m another person at weekends, a person with good intentions and aspirations but who knowing they have all day to do something, moves too slowly and before you know it, it’s Sunday night again and its back to the grind. Maybe next weekend you’ll do better.

What would happen if I started to hold myself accountable? If I was as dedicated to my life, as I am to my job? A job that I would happily give up if I had the means.

Consistency is key.

Yes, right now I choose to spend almost 40 hours of my week working for someone else but that leaves 128 hours to work for myself and minus 8 hours of sleep every night, that still leaves 72 hours a week, for me.

I’ve always had a hard working ethic. Putting in more than I get back. Going above and beyond for my employer but how often do I give more for myself? To myself?

How often do you give more to yourself?

Don’t you think you deserve it?

I think it’s time for a change.

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