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Being single

I have been thinking about something. Recently I feel my time is useless like I'm not using my time as good as I could be. I watched How to be single yesterday (yes you do have to skip alot of the scenes) and throughout the whole movie she is hell-bent on finding a guy and she goes through different guys wondering why it didn't work out and I was kinda sucked in too thinking damn why can't she find a guy, but then she had this epiphany where she decided she would focus on herself and she started doing more like going to the gym and cycling and all sorts of cool stuff, honestly it was empowering just to see that change in her. And it inspired me aswell, not that I'm looking for a guy just to do more with my life, at the end of the day we control our lives, how we feel so what's the point of being sad or moping around. Let's be active!  I have to say I really enjoyed the movie, I thought it was a good movie and realistic aswell.

So to help be more active I created a timetable for myself. Just a basic timetable with the days and hours. This helps me realise all the things I want to do and when I can fit it in. Ive been reading that successful people wake up at 5 and get a ton of stuff done before others are even awake. And heck I want to try it out!

I think we all get a bit down in the dumps (I think it's happens to me more often) but we can all get out of it! For me I'm a practical person so timetables and lists always help me organise my brain.

But I think even in Islam it's good to engage yourself in activities and keep your brain occupied. Not only physically but intellectually aswell.

Well I'm feeling rather hungry. So I'll see you with the results in a few weeks.

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