Who knew that doing things I want to do could be so difficult? In the past 5 days I have really struggled to do things from my one hundred days list.
At first my excuse was Eden’s horrendous sleeping patterns – with our mornings beginning at 5am or earlier. Then it was…well? I’m not entirely sure. I have excuses for everything. What I can’t decide is if it counts if i do more than one thing on a day? Cause obviously it’s a test… I think I’ve decided it doesn’t count, because the point is enriching my life. If i happen to get to do a few things I love, or need to do, in one day…that’s just good. It doesn’t excuse me from my goal of regularly incorporating *good* things in my life.
So in the past five days I have crossed off my list:
- Do yoga
- Have a date night.
- Write something.
- Make some fresh soup.
Maybe I’m not as hopeless as I thought?
Discussions about passions and purpose and intentions and dreams have been ebbing and flowing around here. The reality is we need more from life. The other reality is that we’re stifled by our lack of funds. And not talking about it only makes it worse somehow.