The older I get (and I'm aware, I'm still not very old at all), the more I think that life is a continuum.
There is no such thing as Arriving, as Getting There.
Rather, it is a continuum.
This is what I think on my best days.
On my worser days, I want to Arrive, to Have It, whatever IT is, to Be There.
This pertains to so many things: my weight, my home (both the house and the tidiness factor), my abilities, my career, my mindset, my spiritual life, etc.
Good days: I know that life is a journey, not a destination, made up of baby steps, at times two steps forward, one step back, that I need to take the long view of issues related to my body, to church, to faith, to parenting.
Bad days: DO IT NOW OR THE WORLD WILL END!
ALL OR NOTHING!
DON'T LET UP!
YOU'LL GET IN TROUBLE IF YOU MISS A STEP!
(Sorry for the all caps, but yes, this voice yells. Loudly and frantically.)
So I'm working on giving more credence to the rational, long-range voice, and less to the all-or-nothing, do-or-die voice. It is a *practice,* I know...just as with what I mentioned above, there is no "success" of reaching this thought process. It is a daily journey, renewed each morning. This is both a blessing and a frustration. But mostly a blessing.