Do you know the feeling of doing something you genuinely enjoy, yet somewhere inside a little voice whispers, “This won’t lead you anywhere… it’s useless”?
And if, like me, you have an overly energetic monkey mind, that whisper eventually convinces you to stop doing the very thing that brings you joy.

I like journaling, writing, reading, running, and sipping hot tea quietly — cup after cup after another cup. And for years, that same nagging voice told me these things were pointless. *Useless!*
Maybe if I had liked singing instead, I could be Beyoncé by now… Okay, not Beyoncé, let’s be realistic. Maybe the trusted singer at office events — you know, the colleague who can actually sing, not the one we applaud purely out of politeness. And if I could sing like *that*, surely every boss would notice me, give me a raise, and then I’d be rich.

See? My monkey mind. Wild, dramatic, and utterly ridiculous. I adore her. She’s annoying to the core but deeply amusing.

But here’s the truth: after years of writing — a whole decade of regular journaling — after a lifetime of reading, three years of running (and yes, I can’t stop posting the photos), and a deeply committed relationship with my hot black tea… I finally realized these things are not “useless” at all.

Reading, writing, running, and quiet moments with tea have been shaping me in ways I never expected. Through them, I’ve found a place of calm within myself — a sacred, quiet space that feels both new and strangely familiar.

I no longer fight the currents of life. I simply let the river inside me flow, and I float along with it. This way of living is lighter, softer, kinder. Now I understand why people say the teacher appears when the student is ready. Readiness cannot be forced. Flowers bloom only in their own time.

And I’m grateful. All my “hobbies,” all those quiet hours spent sitting with myself, have been growing roots in me — slow, deep, and steady.

So keep walking. Keep going. When the universe sees you’re ready, she sends you abundance and joy you couldn’t have imagined.

Karin Sabrina