It’s like my hair has a better understanding of life than I do.
I don’t always feel like big 80’s hair when I wake up to it most days. Neither do I feel able to do everything I’m purposed for. Most days I pin it in a knot, repress myself to “normal,” punch in/out and go home. Today I let it loose 80’s style. I tried to balance it with a blazer but I still felt inwardly univalent. Why do I have so many exorbitant big dreams? How will I ever do all of them AND wash my dishes?! It’s like the “day-in/day-out” is trying to steal my dreams! Don’t you feel that way?! Like “When is ‘Someday’”? Last week I meant to write twice, vlog, tackle my laundry … but no. And now it’s this week midweek. A mostly fresh page.
My resolve? Keep trying.Pick the next bite sized nibble and add it to the incremental scale of complete. I hope you’ll do the same. Don’t let boring days keep you from your dreams.