Have you ever noticed how your life seems to go by faster as you grow older? We’ve heard the term “time flys when your having fun” but when we look at our lives it doesn’t seem to be the fun part that that makes the clock tick faster. “Busy” seems to be the “in” thing of our century, if we’re not “busy” we’re not performing to the best of our ability. If we’re not “busy” we don’t have self worth. “I’ve just been so busy lately” seems to just roll off the tongue, it’s a legitimate excuse, isn’t it?

I have a four year old son, a full time job, and a part time hobby of going to yoga classes and writing “the Complete Yogi” articles, in anyone’s terms I’m a very busy person. I think you would agree with the fact that life seems to railroad out of control with the amount of things you need to achieve in any one day………………. especially once you have children.

Once I was a mother it didn’t take long before I was constantly telling my family and friends that I was too busy to see them. At first it was ok, they were sympathetic, I’d explain quite well how I was running around all day and was tired.

Weekends were taken up with just being a Mum, I had been working all week and felt the need to devote all my time to my family. I became like a cornered cat, ready to pounce out at anyone who would take time from my family. I was constantly guilty because of my need to say no to anyone who wanted time, and scoffed at anyone who might dare to ask if I was going to return to Martial Arts training. “When would I ever have the time for that?”.

Are you exhausted yet? does this sound like you?

Guess what? It wasn’t actually once I had children that I became “busy”.

Pre children……………….

Before I had children I worked full-time in a very demanding job. Taking work home was just part of the “deal” in order to achieve my work objectives. In order to “get ahead” in my career and step up the ladder that “extra” bit was always necessary.

However…….I also had passion for my hobby, which was martial arts.

The alarm would go off at 6am, I’d be up and to work by 7am. Steamroad through the day at lightning speed and move heaven and earth to ensure I was at my 6pm martial arts class. I’d then come home, have a shower and tea and then settle in to working for the next three hours for the night. I did this four times a week for nine years. The other nights I’d be either practicing martial arts forms, working or partying and yes I was in a relationship.

This might not be your story, of course yours might be a little different e.g being a student and having to stick to a gruelling study routine, working two jobs, raising a family of four, being a single mother and trying to just keep your head above water. At the end of the day, it’s the same story we all share, we are all “busy”.

When do we take time out for the things that make us uniquely different? When do we take time out for ourselves? When do we take time out to do the things that just simply make us happy? What is your passion?

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