Finding Time

I don’t have the time to do the things I want to do anymore.

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. I don’t have time to go for a run. I don’t have time to play my guitar. I don’t have time to write. I don’t have time.

Except, I do have time. I have time to open LinkedIn for the 15th time to look at the notifications that I didn’t need notifying about. I have time to flick through YouTube shorts and scoff at the AI slop. I have time to tap and scroll and tap and scroll and… I have time.

New year’s resolutions are cliché, but here’s mine for 2025. Every time I habitually open my phone, instead of starting a brain-rot session, I’m going to write. Whatever comes to my mind. Some of it I’ll edit and publish. Most of it I won’t. Maybe I will with this one though. Maybe, I do have time.