Last week was hard. Hard in the sense that I can’t really explain why, but each day felt like wading through treacle. Things are quite slow at work, and I’m very much a “doing” person. Even though I have a job, my career is in a kind of hiatus. By the time I got to the weekend, I was wound up like nothing on earth, and finally went into meltdown when HTB and I were moving a wardrobe from one bedroom to another.
I was so overcome by the frustration at the state of our house. If your surroundings reflect your inner state of mind, then my mind is in total turmoil. To make matters worse, next week I will be moving all my furniture in too, so the total chaos will be unbearable. My last nerve snapped. I didn’t even want to go on, there just seemed so much to do, we could be living in a dump for the rest of our lives.
Sometimes we become discouraged when we see little progress for our efforts. And when we look at how far up the mountain we have to climb it is overwhelming. Negative voices tell us that it’s going to take forever and a day to accomplish whatever it is we want to do, so why bother? I am working at tuning out those voices, but they still come back more often than I’d like.
It really is a case of one step at a time for me right now. To look at the mountain looming ahead inspires me, but I can only get there by putting one foot in front of the other. No matter how stressed out I become, I will not suddenly gain superpowers and be able to do it in one go. When I look back, I can already see how far I have come by taking small steps and celebrating small accomplishments I am achieving my goals.
