So, I thought I lived alone, but it turns out I don’t. I have roommates called regrets.
- I regret not going to my water class this morning to see if they were having class despite the lightning occurring outside. I chose an extra hour of sleep instead.
- I regret not getting motivated before now to get rid of the body clutter and apartment clutter.
- I regret keeping people at a distance and acting all happy when maybe I was happy inside and maybe I was hurting…. who could tell?!
I just watched last night’s episode of “losing it with jillian” and the dad felt like a failure because he didn’t think he could do anything perfectly. I know how he feels….well, felt…as he’s changed now.
I’d like to run at things with gusto – and try them….whether or not I succeed. So if I want to lose 20 pounds in three months and I lose 18….it’s still 18 pounds gone. If I try to workout 20 times in a month but only make 16……it’s that many more than the zero workouts that would have happened not long ago.
I’m rambling…and hoping you see where I’m going with this. I can do it. I can get clutter out and I can let go of pounds and fears and anxieties. It’ll take prayer and hard work but it can happen.