Leaps and Bound….aries

There’s this feeling that comes over you. It rushes over you. When you realize that you have a single pair of hands. Just 2 feet. And 1 mouth. That there are only so many waking hours. That the week is made of just 7 little days.

And its not times fault. Oh no. I’m tired of time always getting the blame. Its not like Thursday wakes you up in the middle of the night and goes “Hey today I’m going to be 18hours long, so deal.”

Its that I’m realizing that I’m just one person. And that our hearts were never meant to be pulled in this many directions. And Its not selfish to slow down when we realize this big fat truth that our bodies and our hearts and minds, spread out this thin, hurts more souls than it helps.

I need boundaries. I always reserved boundaries to the party of things I need to break. To the stuff that keeps me from having fun. But here I am setting them up knowing that I need to if I really want to be happy and whole and stampede forward in my professional and personal life.

We go to sleep scrolling through our timelines and wake up checking our mails. And we’re all just starting our days exhausted and influenced by about 6000 dirty little social fingerprints. And it all just gets a little much some times. Most times.

Our iPhones now control us. We take authentic moments and we swap them with a presence that if we’re honest is half baked and two dimensional.

Be the boss of your time. Set up your own levels of expectation for others.
Put your “office hours” in your signature.
Let people know that every now and again that you do in fact feed your soul, with hiking and Geordie Shore.

And with this I’m birthing a life that will no longer let me be dictated by the glow of a screen.

MY 2015 NOT-TO-DO LIST.
Office Hours (M-F) 08h30-18h00
Email checking only starts after 08h00 and ends 19h00. No excuses.
Social Media-ing Stops after 19h30

Unplug. Go play outside. Give yourself space to generate new ideas.

Fresh air, tangible stuff, and warm bodies are good for us.

Jenna Jay x

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2014, female dogs.

I would love to pretend like I’ve missed you all….& I have (most of you.)
But this post is accredited to insomnia, like the majority of them.

So my night last night pretty much looked like this….

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It also involved the massive urge to wee a few seconds before I finally(nearly) drifted off to sleep. Angrily scooting off to the toilet I sat down….& nothing. It’s like my urine played a sadistic prank on me. My bladder totally doesn’t talk ya’ll but if it did it would of uttered “HAHA just joking.” That was the final straw, so now I’m here.

Enough about my wee.

Soooo….It’s 2014.
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