Nobody said it would be easy and it sure isn’t. But than again that is the beauty of it.
It’s not easy to decide to do something and then stick to it when life has a way of throwing all kinds of things your way when you least expect it. And non of it is bad. Ok, sometimes it’s bad, but most of the time it’s just life stuff that has to be taken care of. Time becomes a precious commodity, more valuable than platinum, and I think to myself when will I arrive?
I find that the moment I experience any level of success anywhere, the line gets moved and I have to walk a little further. Walk a little further still. I just keep walking and walking, and someone keeps moving the line.
When I was younger this was a source of great frustration. I often felt like I wasn’t good enough or that I was doing something wrong. Today I realize that nothing could be further from the truth.
The line has to move. Who we were yesterday is not who we are meant to be today. Today brings with it many challenges. A seasonal cold to get over, work to get done that is piling up, and mental prep for things to come in the near future.
I feel like I’ve lost some momentum building my photography business, because school is in full bloom and I don’t have the same amount of time to devote to what needs to get done. I have to remind myself of that, because the danger is that I feel badly about where I am and disappointed by the lack of progress.
Hockey is in full bloom. My son is on the ice five times a week. My daughter is surrounded by the horses she loves twice a week. My full time teaching job is now turning into a small grind.
But I have no complaints. None because everything is connected.
Without my family, I think I would have less desire to be who I want to be. Without my job I wouldn’t be able to do what I do. And without you dear reader, there would be no point in even writing these words down.
I think you for your eyes and your mind. I thank you for your friendship. You’re the best part of my early morning.
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