Hello blog. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Last time I posted, I hinted that I was going to do a 2020 Resolutions with basically all of my intentions for this year. Boy, am I very glad I never got around to making that post.
Today, I want to talk about lockdown and how that felt like, and write my own personal reflection on it and a few other things connected to it — mainly motivation, purpose, burnout, routines and mental health.
Today’s Tea Reflection is, I feel, a heavier topic than usual. My reflections are usually positive, and a lot of my blog posts are also about the positive things I experience in my life (and there’s been a lot of positivity since I my last real life update in March). However, a couple of things have happened recently that brought my attention to this feeling I have — that kinda has always been at the back of my head ever since I moved, started my degree and became visibly much, much happier — but that I haven’t talked about before, partially because I couldn’t quite put my finger on what I was feeling and why.
But today, we are tackling this feeling — and what this feeling is, is guilt. Specifically guilt for being happy.
I had a couple of other ideas for a Tea Reflection, but I feel like this topic should be my priority at the moment. This week has been full of important changes for me — nothing crazy happened, I didn’t do anything or go anywhere special, I just sort of had an internal epiphany, all the while having a fairly normal week at uni (which, fittingly, reminds me of what I wrote in this post about being able to experience things during completely ordinary days).
And it’s been such a major and important epiphany for me that it warrants its own post in my blog.
It’s Sunday and I’m currently having a cup of tea. We all know what this means: time for a Tea Reflection! Today, I want to talk about a very odd feeling I’m having at the moment: not experiencing burnout… but feeling like I should.
I’ve had a very important revelation recently, and I think it’s very worthwhile to write it down somewhere — to make a note of it for me, but also to inspire anyone else who might be reading. Plus, it’s a rainy Sunday night here — the perfect time to cosy up with a cup of tea and write a blog post. As the title of this tea reflection says, it’s about me and my relationship between my art and fear.