About Unwritten

How did it ever occur to anyone that time seems to move faster and faster each year? It is strange, especially when every year is still made up of the same number of days and hours. Nothing has changed on the calendar, yet everything feels more compressed.

Maybe time itself is not speeding up. Maybe our lives are. The fuller our days become, the more we stack commitments on top of one another, the less space there is between moments. Weeks blur into months, months slip quietly into years, and suddenly we are asking where the time went.

For the last four to five years, I have been deeply involved in the local volunteering and charity space. When people asked why, I often said it was a calling. And it was, in many ways. But over time, I also realised that part of me was filling a void. Filling extra time. Responding to an increasing awareness of the very real and pressing situations around us. Once you see certain realities, it is hard to look away.

Doing life more purposefully, I am learning, is not always about adding meaning. Sometimes it is about choosing where to place it. Not every moment needs to be optimised. Not every capacity needs to be filled. Purpose can be quiet. It can be intentional.

As I move into the next chapter of my life, I know I need to step back and recalibrate. To ask what I really want to achieve, who truly matters, and what deserves my energy. To silence the noise, both external and self imposed.

Perhaps time only feels fast when we lose authorship over how we live. And maybe purpose is less about keeping up, and more about choosing, again and again, how we want our days to feel.