Have you ever wanted something so desperately, known the steps that you needed to take to get there, and then just. . . fallen flat? I do that. A lot.
In fact, it seems to be the trend by which I run my life. But that can’t be, because I hate it! I want to do things! I want to be somebody! I want to feel like I have the power to change my life and make a difference! Why is it, then, that whenever I’m faced with a life-change kinda moment, do I get super excited and then fizzle out? I’m like a 2-liter of soda that you shake and shake and shake. Then, you open the bottle and it’s an amazing rocket of sugary goodness. Then, of course, the rocket stops and what you’re left with is flat, unremarkable, syrupy blah-ness.
I want to take control of my life. I want to write. I want to be healthy. I want to be physically fit. I want to read my Bible. I want to keep my house clean. I want to manage my finances. I want to dig out my sewing machine and create something. I could go on and on. It seems like this one thing has wrought havoc through my entire life.
Well, I’m done with that. I am starting some new things, which will help me be more intentional about my actions. Kinda like eating pizza. It’s okay to eat pizza, but you’d better pay attention to how often you chow down, lest it become an everyday kinda thing because that becomes a problem. Don’t ask me how I know.