Took a much-needed break last week. I feel like you can only go so hard for so long, you know? Work and life always take priority. We had a great weekend in Indy. We left early Thursday afternoon and stayed at the cutest downtown Airbnb and enjoyed watching all the games and drinking all the beers. Thursday night we had dinner at St. Elmo’s – it lived up to the hype! I’m still dreaming of that shrimp cocktail… On Friday, we switched over to a hotel that was luckily right beside a Nordstrom! We spent the day shopping and watching all the games before we made our way downtown. It was CRAZY. Between all the games and St. Patrick’s Day, you couldn’t get in a bar. We enjoyed the game and made our way back to the hotel. We’re too old to hang. I was thankful to get back pretty early yesterday! Thankfully UK is moving on to the Sweet 16. Hope your team is doing well… unless they play us this week. 😉
What makes you happy? What are your hobbies? When do you feel alive?
Sometimes when I tell people I blog as a hobby, they’re kind of an asshole. They think it’s “cute”. I mostly laugh it off, but I had to check myself: when am I an asshole? More than I’d like to admit.
There are lots of things I don’t enjoy. I’m not a runner. I don’t scrapbook. Don’t really journal. Am not super crafty. Roll my eyes at MLM businesses. Not a fan of the Bachelor, et al. Lularoe is not my style. Who cares? It’s great if YOU enjoy those things. Perhaps you think blogging is silly. Maybe you don’t enjoy watching endless hours of college basketball or scrubbing your Keurig (it’s a hobby, I promise).
The point of the post is this: if it doesn’t bring you joy, let it go. And if it does, keep it going. Stop caring what everyone else thinks. Doesn’t matter if it’s not popular. Doesn’t matter if people don’t understand it. Doesn’t matter if people don’t like it. There’s more to life than followers and “likes” and shares. The only person you have to make happy is YOU.
I’m tired of worrying that someone will think the things I enjoy are silly. Tired of being embarrassed to be myself. Life is tough and there are a hundred garbage moments… sometimes all in one day. If you find something that you love to do, hang on. Your version of happiness is all that matters.