Sometimes we start something new - maybe writing, as a way to put down our thoughts. Or painting. Or picking up a new skill. Sometimes it’s as simple as taking a walk, or taking time out for ourselves- for our mental, physical, and emotional well-being. But then… why do we stop? I don’t think we stop because we get bored, or because we suddenly want to try something else. Sometimes, we stop because we start believing that “other” things are more important. We begin to prioritize deadlines, tasks, and responsibilities over our health, our creativity, and the things that once made us feel like ourselves. And yes, this doesn’t mean that our work isn’t important. It absolutely is. It gives us stability, independence, and the ability to build the life we want. But why does it have to come at the cost of everything else? Why can’t we continue - maybe slowly, maybe imperfectly - but still keep going with the things we love? It’s strange how often we look back and say, “I used to do this… but ...