Oops
2/17/22
It dawned on me this am that I missed writing the last two days. I know I will be missing the next 3 days for a vacation, so I was important to sit and write--even though I am not feeling much like a writer. Or really a success at much. I am in a weird transition time--trying to build on the good habits I started, but slipping. Having grumpy days. Getting easily agitated over really minor things.
Good times.
I could blame the full moon, perimenopause, work stress, blah, blah, blah. But I won't. I am not blaming anything at all. It's really just a deep psychological shift I need to make where I allow myself to be successful and stop assigning the "good" or "bad" label to everything. There will be days I do the work that will lead me to my goals. There will be some (less) days where I choose not to. It's really that simple.
My actions cast votes for the person I want to be.
Today, I want to be a writer. I want to be someone who honors her body with nutrient-dense food and movement. I want to be a positive force at work.
And this weekend, I want to be a good friend who can let things go and have fun.
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