8 Hours

Inspired by my bosses (both of them are really amazing and will probably read this 🤍✨🤗). I ralised that I am counting the wrong hours. Maybe it’s just me, maybe others are good at it.. but I just doubt it. Nowadays workaholics, overthinking, perfectionists are the dominating part of society. As I am not an exception, I found out one simple trick to fool myself for a good cause. I started counting not work hours, but MY hours. When I am me. Besides the fact that from Monday to Friday I sleep 8 hours, I work for 8, I want to be me that other 8 hours a day. Do what makes me feel alive, chose me, chose good food, chose to relax at a place in the world where I want to be or learn that thing I always wanted to learn but never chose to do that. Easy say, hard to do..Because I know that I could easily work all the hours. Skip sleep, skip me... It’s a type of running that from time to time I fall for. I actually looove doing it. Love when people need me. But I need myself too.. In this society, it’s so honouring to work so so so much that sometimes you feel bad saying that you chose to have your time instead. We should not tolerate or say that it’s so amazing to work so much and forget to sleep, eat or breathe... it’s not a life we enjoy living. The paradox is that when I am doing more work than be me, my work is shit...So counting those hours every day that I have to be ME, do and take care of myself, really helps. Because I feel confident enough that those 8 other hours will be fully for work & reaching goals that I want. As to love, take care, listen, help, encourage others I already know-how, but I just do not choose to use it for myself. Highly recommend it to all the people who chose to save others instead of themselves. Count Your time you live. Do what your heart says you have to do. 💨