I want to be the one who works out religiously and has six pack abs.
I want to be the one who plays guitar till my finger tips bleed.
I want to be confident and burn with determination.
…But lets face it. That is not me.
It is a miracle if the dishes get cleaned the same day I dirtied them, if not the same week.
I have had a guitar since Christmas and have not played it everyday. I have barely played it every week.
The fact is I have the will power of a gnat.
I gave up Zaxby’s for Lent and have already been there twice.
Getting one part of my life in order means that the others are abandoned and forsaken.
I am busy with work so…
I have not worked on my writing at all in weeks.
I have only picked up my guitar twice in a month.
My house looks like a bomb went off in it and the laundry keeps getting washed and then molding in the washer because I forget to dry it and have to wash it again.
I have yet to figure out a good balance to work, home, and the rest. I try to cram friends and family into the spare days and ignore the laundry piling up.
I have ideas for projects I want to work on that I have not bought the supplies for.
I am so scattered that it is ridiculous.
Do I need to pare down again or do I just need to live more in the moment? Washing the bowl as I finish with it before moving on? Sweeping the floor when I notice the leaves my dog is tracking in, not a week later?