{"id":2690,"date":"2025-02-08T17:39:00","date_gmt":"2025-02-08T17:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/?p=2690"},"modified":"2025-02-08T17:39:01","modified_gmt":"2025-02-08T17:39:01","slug":"if-something-is-important-to-you-carve-out-the-time-for-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/if-something-is-important-to-you-carve-out-the-time-for-it\/","title":{"rendered":"If Something Is Important to You, Carve Out the Time for It"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I tell myself I don\u2019t have time. I wake up late. I doomscroll. I push my workouts to \u201clater,\u201d knowing full well later never comes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But then I remember the time I ran between college classes and campus clubs, eating lunch on the go because I wanted to be everywhere. I remember the sleepless nights I spent learning design, not because anyone asked me to, but because I wanted to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had no time then either. But I made it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Last week, I promised myself I\u2019d run. Just a little. Maybe 2K. A distance that still feels like a struggle. Instead, I scrolled, I procrastinated, I made excuses. Then, as guilt gnawed at me, I put on my shoes and stepped outside. No grand motivation. Just a decision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The first few minutes were awful. My legs felt like lead. My breath was uneven. I wanted to stop before I even got going. But I kept moving. Maybe not fast, maybe not far, but enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I still can\u2019t run a 5K. But I won\u2019t get there by waiting for time to magically appear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>No one will hand you free hours wrapped in a bow. If something is important, carve out the time. No one else will do it for you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I tell myself I don\u2019t have time. I wake up late. I doomscroll. I push my workouts to \u201clater,\u201d knowing full well later never comes. But then I remember the time I ran between college classes and campus clubs, eating lunch on the go because I wanted to be everywhere. I remember the sleepless nights [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","pgc_sgb_lightbox_settings":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[52,14],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-2690","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-learnings","7":"category-life","8":"entry"},"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"vasudha","author_link":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/author\/vasudha\/"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2690"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2690"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2690\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2691,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2690\/revisions\/2691"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2690"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2690"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2690"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}