After a particularly difficult week, it’s easy to become discouraged. Thoughts of “What am I doing here?” and “Why am I doing this?” start creeping in.
I make most of my choices by personal conviction, so in moments of doubt, I return back to the way I felt and the words I wrote when my choice seemed most clear.
When I’m frustrated with the kids and our stuff is impossible to pick up, when I long to have some form of visible proof of at least one thing I was successful at that day, I remember the day I called work to quit my job and stay home.
Or when the day calls for a root beer because that’s what I used to need when I wanted a caffeine and sugar boost. But then I remember declaring I was giving it up in Really Doing It This Time. It’s been about 5 months of not drinking soda (except for a couple of times we were away from home). A thirty-year habit takes longer than five months to completely get over.
When I’m out shopping and the Valentine’s baked goods and bread look really tempting for once, and I regret not being able to have them. The list of foods I’m not eating includes dairy, wheat, corn, soy, green vegetables, citrus, wine, coffee, tea, soda, chocolate, and my multivitamin. But because of what I described in Eating Less and Gaining More, it’s not as difficult as it seems it would be.
Our downstairs neighbor is frustrated with us because we’re too noisy. I don’t think she realizes we can hear her watching TV and singing “Love is All You Need.” And what am I doing still living in an apartment, anyway? Then I think about what I wrote in Finding Contentment Where You Are Right Now.
Or maybe you’re trying to get up early, and you could use a reminder of why you wanted to get up early in the first place, when it’s too cold and the bed seems much more inviting.
Write those thoughts down, and don’t give up. (I’d say hang in there, but that reminds me of kitten posters.)