emma copland
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On a Sunday in December, it would be perfectly normal to spend the day with friends, visiting Christmas Markets, shopping and eating everything in sight, right? So why did I feel guilty for doing so? I left the house around 9am on said Sunday and didn't get back until almost 9pm; a full 12 hours out of the house, away from my laptop and my bullet journal, not being ~productive in any way and instead, just enjoying myself. Which arguably is what every 20-something should do regularly, no? 

It feels like there's a constant pressure from everywhere to always be doing more. To constantly be busy; constantly rushing around, complaining about never-ending to-do lists and feeling like we're burning the candle at both ends. And it needs to stop. 

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Being endlessly busy isn't something to be glamorised and it isn't something that we should be constantly bragging about on social media. Because yes, some people simply complain in a tweet or an instagram caption when they have a stressful, busy day and that's perfectly normal; but others like to brag about it endlessly. Do they think it makes them look more successful if they talk about an overflowing inbox they can't keep up with? Or that they look more important if they say they have too many meetings to fit into their schedule? Do they want sympathy for telling us all that they haven't even started Christmas shopping and it's only a week away and they just don't have the *time* to possibly fit it in? 

When I went out that day, I didn't write any posts, schedule nor plan anything; I didn't tweet nor instagram; I didn't edit any photos and I didn't even take a quick OOTD snap. But it's not only the guilt for not doing anything blog-related, because blogging is simply a hobby to me and, if you look at my platforms, you'll see that I don't have a regular schedule and I'm really bad at the whole self-promotion thing anyway. It was more of a general pressure that I wasn't using my time wisely and knowing it would result in a longer to-do list throughout the week when I have to fit everything around my 9-5. I wasn't cleaning or doing any housework; I wasn't journaling; I wasn't wrapping the pile of Christmas presents filling the bedroom floor; and I wasn't even making my way through my ever-growing TBR list or the mountain of podcasts filling up my phone that I've just not had the time to get through. So why do we feel guilty for ignoring those seemingly unimportant things for *one day* and having a bit of fun?

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The problem is social media. It's *that* simple.

The problem is every 'influencer' that we follow sharing their daily life and making us feel like we should be the doing the same, even if they don't mean to.

The problem is that we don't see that the other things we're doing are just as (if not more so) important.

I see someone sharing their 'favourite books of the year' and get (stupidly) jealous because I haven't read a fraction of the amount they have. I'm just a slow reader and that's ok.

I see someone (Mrs Hinch) cleaning to within an inch of their life and wonder why I'm not doing the same. Then I realise that it's unnecessary, my home isn't sparkling and pristine 24/7 but it's still clean and tidy and that's ok.

I see someone sharing a snap of their (many) scheduled blog posts looking all organised and wonder if I'll manage to write even one from my list of ideas this week. But forcing content is never the way and it's about quality not quantity. Things take time and that's ok.

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Can we please stop glamorising being busy and talking about how hard it is to be burning the candle at both ends. Take a step back, assess what's *really* important and BREATHE.

Life's too short to not take time out to laugh until you snort with your best friends.

Loves. Emma.

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