I'm bored of my current routine.
I don't want to run another mile (although if you ask me right after the mile I might sing a different tune ;)
My house is atrocious. (Yes, this may shock some of you who think I am a domestic goddess in my spare time.)
I would like a month off of life. To do anything. Everything. Nothing. Just to be and do whatever strikes my fancy in the moment.
I've planned, scheduled, and organized myself right into a messy, dirty rut.
Unfortunately, what I'd like and what is realistic don't always go hand-in-hand. But that's OK. It gives me another chance to practice being good to myself. Letting go of my need for perfection and embracing the perfectly imperfect things in life. That my house is cozier because there a few jackets slung over a chair or a few books piled up next to the couch. My legs are stronger because of all the miles I'm logging in preparation for my races (and please don't misunderstand- I'm very excited about these races.).
My life is very, very full. Abundant, even. I'm just learning to embrace the messes that come with abundance. To find little ways to fit hobbies and fun moments into the busyness. And most importantly, to learn how to let go of the things that don't enrich my life, the things that are maybe more about being perfect than about living. I want to be all about the living.
|A snapshot of one of those moments of living.|