I looked up from my computer mid-work session. Distraction comes in the form of the random stacks of papers that I will definitely need. The piles of laundry waiting patiently for their turn in the washer. The trash that needs to be taken out. And of course, the non-existent to-do list because I never found time to write it. I wish I could escape this.
I would flee to a clutter -free home. To the body of a Type A personality who always gets her tasks done. Bonus points if it’s in a walkable city with mild climate. I want to uproot myself, because surely it is better there.
But maybe this is nice. Or maybe it could be nice here. Maybe all my concerns and failures could be righted. Maybe it is not impossible to become my dream self, to live my dream life, in this place.
I want to be here now. I want to accept my circumstances as they are even as I seek to change them. I want to change and not just wish things were different. This place is a this training ground for my future self. It’s beautiful here. I think I’ll stick around to see what comes next.
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