It can wait...

When you can't make time for your hobbies

Hi readers,

It's a Wednesday morning, 9:45 am as I write this, so I’m guessing most of you aren’t reading right now—unless, of course, you’re a freelancer and today’s your ‘chill day.’

I was in the middle of journaling when I suddenly stopped, opened my laptop, and found myself here on Substack, trying to make sense of a few things that haven’t been adding up these past few days.

I turned 27 a few weeks ago, bought myself a Kindle, and my sister gifted me a new guitar—all in the hopes that I’d make more time for my hobbies. After all, what’s the point of making money if not to invest in the things you love? But honestly, the guitar still has the tag on it. Thankfully, I’ve been using the Kindle daily, and it's hands down the best investment I’ve made this year.

Today, I’ve got two meetings lined up, and as usual, I’m super anxious about both. One is a work meeting with a prospect, and the other is just a casual ‘networking’ call—a get-to-know-you conversation. In between those, I've got a song recording, a voice-over to finish, and two drafts awaiting my editor’s comments. And let’s not forget the endless stream of biodatas my mom and dad keep WhatsApping me. Honestly, it’s all starting to feel a bit overwhelming. I skim through the biodatas, say yes to the ones that seem even remotely worth considering, and then get back to work.

I’m grateful, though—grateful for the opportunities that have been coming my way lately (especially after my trip to Amarnath, haha). I guess I become more religious when life starts going my way, just like most people do.

More than journaling, writing here feels right. This space is one of my safe havens. I’ve got my favorite playlist on, and I’m just letting the words flow. Whether it’s what’s been bugging me or what I’m thankful for—the blacks, the whites, and all the greys—I’m finding some sense in the mix of music, words, and those anxious little voices in my head.

I initially wanted to write about how I need to make more time for my interests, for those silly ideas that need an outlet, and to finally spend some quality time with my guitar. But honestly, enough with the trying. Things will fall into place when they’re meant to, right? That thought alone feels soothing for now.

Take care, and if your hobbies and interests are calling out to you, give them some attention. But don’t stress if you can’t make time for them just yet—they’ll understand and wait for you. Just be sure to lend them a hand when you can.

Love. :)