Sometimes, I think I’m really slow. Because things that must be obvious to others, suddenly occur to me, and it’s like a brilliant light goes on overhead. Today was such a day.
In order to become something that I want to be, I have to *be* what I want to be.
Of course, you already knew that, right? Well, I didn’t.
It makes perfect sense when I think about it. But for whatever reason, I have a tendency to be a lot of different things. Organized. A writer. A quilter. Relaxed.
But in order to become any of those things, I actually have to do those things. Like put stuff away. Or write something. Or make a quilt or two. Or just sit and enjoy life sometimes.
Who knew it would be so easy?