I am a very busy person at this point in my life – I am a full time graduate student in an Occupational Therapy program and I work around 25 hours a week at a physical therapy clinic. Those two things alone are enough for some people to question how I’m even juggling graduate school with anything. I am a big advocate on balance – without balance our mental and physical health becomes out of wack and that is when we lose control of who we are as a person. So, I try to find time every week to eat a healthy diet, go to the gym, spend time with the ones who mean the most to me, and so on.
Although I am doing all of these things, I slowly lost meaning in my life. I began to rush doing things. I have to do this, I have to get this done by this time, or this will happen… and the cycle continued.
For example, just because you study for an hour doesn’t mean you absorbed all of the necessary information. You could have easily started day dreaming while reading, or you could have taken notes just for the sake of note taking, but didn’t take time to reflect on the objectives or purpose of why what you were studying was important. We begin to do things, just to get them over with. The above example is something I realized I did quite often.
Another example I am about to provide, is one that I just reflected on a few days ago.
Every week I travel 4 hours to commute to school, but on the way I make a stop half way and stay with my Nana the night before. I make the other 2 hour drive in the morning. This commute is once a week for this semester, and it is just something I have to deal with for now based on my living arrangements. Many see this commute as exhausting, expensive, and not worth it. I have even gotten comments such, “I couldn’t do that.” I thought like this too, and the thought of making this commute is dreadful.
Then something wonderful happened.
Instead of seeing this commute as something I have to get over with, I saw this as a time to see my Nana every week. I love my Nana so much. I don’t get to see her as often as I like, but she always brings me dinner on those nights I commute to her. We get to converse over food and spend a little time together… all of the sudden, the commute doesn’t seem that bad. I found meaning in something so small, that has in return made all the difference in how I approach my weekly commute for school.
I’m slowly learning how to find meaning in everyday tasks.
I always admired people that loved the rain.
How could someone possibly love the rain? It gets you wet, it interferes with outside activities, and the skies are shades of gray. But, once you ask them why they love the rain, they say it’s comforting, peaceful, and it is the perfect weather to watch a movie or wrap yourself in a blanket.
This response ultimately changes how I view the rain, and makes me reflect on how I can change my perspective.
If you can find meaning in everything you do, you can without a doubt change your attitude about how you view life.
When you allow things to drag you down, you are only creating a path that is much harder to travel. Instead, take a step back and find meaning in the simplest of things.
I promise you it will change how you view yourself, others, and ultimately the world you live in.