Life goals. Life
bucket lists. All good stuff, all things
I kept track of and still do. But, they’re
not necessarily what brings me the most joy.
I’ve come to realize this past year that even if I’ve worked really hard
for a long time to accomplish something, I don’t get much joy at reaching my
goal. It’s like how I feel about
cooking. It takes so much time to get
the end results that all the joy has been sucked dry. It’s very anti-climactic. I watched a youtube influencer mention
recently that it’s all about the process.
Enjoying the process brings more fulfillment than actually attaining that
goal. Therefore, it’s more important to
enjoy the process because you spend most of your time there. Enjoy the view out the window instead of
always asking, “Are we there yet?” Two
years ago, I resolved myself to stop spending so much time on youtube every
night. But, I never knew what to replace
my time with besides a vague idea to create more instead. Last year, I made a goal to read at least two
books a month, every month, for the entire year, in an effort to expand my
literary repertoire. Unexpectedly, this
goal made me spend less time on youtube.
I rediscovered my love of
reading. Most months I read way more
than two books a month, with maybe two months where I only read one book. But, the numbers weren’t really important by the time I reached my goal. Reading taught me more about what
motivated me and filled my creative tank per-say to want to do more.
Thank you for the lovely notes and cards of comfort and warmth yesterday. To be honest, I was a bit surprised to hear from some of you, but it's nice to know there are a few people actually reading this blog. I feel a lot better today because of you guys. *virtual hugs* Time also has a way of lessening the deepness of the sadness. I'm sure there will be days ahead that will be difficult again, like when I actually see my mom in person for the first time, but I'll cross that bridge then. In the meantime, I'd like to continue doing regular things to further distance the sad feelings and memories. I wish I blogged more regularly so that I wouldn't start forgetting things, but c'est la vie. Ethan has gotten used to his new shoes now, and doesn't protest putting them on as much anymore. We did go to Little Gym in our area, and Ethan was curiously terrified. He wouldn't let go of Lucas, and refused to be put down. Even his legs and...
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