Since the beginning of 2016, it's been a struggle to get myself together. Usually, I am pretty organized and disciplined. Not so much these past few months. I still believe it will be a great year. I still believe in my goals. I am also moving toward them at a snails pace.
Maybe it's time for me to learn to give myself a little grace. A little time to move into a new realm of being. In the past, if I didn't get it done right away, I beat myself up about it. This year, I am not doing that.
I find it easier to give others grace, more so than myself. I don't know about you, but the way I talk to myself can be rather hurtful and ungracious. It is something I am working on. A work in progress. My life is a work in progress. So it is for all of us. As long as I'm working toward something, I can be happy.
Even if I'm only thinking on it, that is progress. You must think it to become it, whatever it is. If one thinks they are fat or ugly or lazy or whatever. . . that is what one will become. On the other hand, if one thinks they are good, or strong, or kind, that is also what one will become.
Today is a new day. A day I can think myself happy, productive and moving forward. If I can do one thing toward my goal today, I will consider the day a success. Fantasizing the freedom to move ahead slowly, as long as I take at least one step in the right direction.