Making changes often seems like a desirable concept, until it comes time to follow through. The discomfort of personal growth is just that, uncomfortable. Cracking away the shell of an undesirable behavior can ware a person down, faster than the habit some days. At times I feel like some changes are just too big, too much, or too many.
For the past year I've been struggling with loosing the last 20 pounds. More or less flirting with the idea of fighting off the rest of this undesired chub, instead of actually going the month of discomfort it would take to finally make that goal a reality.
The jeans that I can get on, can get done up, but can not breath in, sit beside my bed. A daily reminder that one of these days I'm going to have to take responsibility and make the commitment to myself to follow through.
Snippets of the business plan I've committed to writing, wonder through my head, as if to remind me that there is still so much yet to be done.
Some days it's just plain overwhelming, but little piece by little piece, change can be made. Problems can be solved. I just need to hold myself accountable and commit.
I choose to change the way I leave a room, to put things away and clean up after myself, so my mind can think clearly, and there will be space for the next project to start.
I choose to take responsibility for how much I eat, and fulfill my commitment to my psychical self by maintaining chosen workouts, regardless of excuses such as traveling.
I choose to set aside time to write my business plan. So I can start living the next piece of my dream.