When I was younger I became infatuated with Venice, Italy. The canals, gondolas, waterside buildings – it was just so awesome-looking. What’s not to love about it? When you’re young and impressionable, you get caught up in the fantasy of “what if.” You look at possibilities as this untouchable reality, where you can do anything,…
There is an awkward moment, when my mind settles in on what my inner critic convinces it is reality. I know better but during moments of weakness, my poor mind is susceptible to abuse. I can’t help it. I do try though to not let my mind fall into that trap.
How does one determine the difference between improving on something and just plain self-sabotaging for the sake of living up to some warped self-fulfilling prophecy? I don’t get distracted easily but my butterfly is definitely there and incognito with her metamorphosis self.
Options are overrated. The more we allow ourselves to have the more anxiety we create around decision making. If there were only one choice to make then it would make the decision easier thus alleviating any remorse for all the “what if” scenarios we convince ourselves is better.
Changing a habit is never easy. It takes stepping outside your boundaries. For some that’s easy. For others, not so much. Every time I embark on a quest to improve something, my body revolts. I don’t think it’s so much as it’s way of saying “Hell no we won’t go” but more like a timid toddler that keeps falling asleep while insisting they’re not tired.