“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”
Every so often, I go through a period where I feel the need to make some changes in myself or in my life. As I have mentioned in recent posts, I am very happy with my current life. I am very fortunate to (pretty much) have the life I want.
[Why the "pretty much" qualifier? Well, like most working mothers, I would love to have more hours in the day, more sleep and a little more money. But other than those things. . . yes, the life I want.]
So it's not my life that I want to change currently but myself. I want to be a more patient parent. (Achieving this goal is my current project and the one to which I am devoting my primary focus and the most energy and effort.) I need to become healthier (better eating, more regular and consistent exercise). I would like to be more organized at home and get rid of some clutter.
As I have settled in at my new job, I am feeling as though I have more psychic energy (if not physical energy; I am tired all.the.time) to devote to these goals. I am also feeling that familiar restless discomfort that has always preceded my actually making progress toward achieving anything significant.
Now where to begin. . . .