Why do we start...and then stop?

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 I stopped.”
And when someone asks why, the answer is almost always the same:
“I just don’t have the time anymore.”

But is it really about time?

Or is it about what we choose to prioritize?

I don’t have a perfect answer. But I do wonder —
do we really have to stop one thing completely, just to continue another?

Maybe we don’t.

Maybe we just need to keep a small part of it alive.

Thank you!