I’m feeling the serious need to purge & sort through the unattainable, unreasonable, and completely do-able:
I wish I drank tea instead of coffee. I wish I kept a journal of my blessings or wrote a list of Three Things I’m Grateful For every night before bed. I wish I got eight hours of sleep and did yoga for 15 minutes every morning. I wish cleaned my shower more. I wish I ate brown rice instead of pasta and packed a lunch instead of buying it. I wish I liked going out more. I wish I had the energy to wear trendy clothes and the patience to hang out until the end of the party. I wish I finished more books and sold my crafts on Etsy and remembered things I read about in the newspaper. I wish I woke up when my alarm went off. I wish I followed routines as often as I professed their importance. I wish I knew how to put on eye make-up. I wish my apartment was painted entirely white. I wish I wrote things down more.
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TG - I think I could have written half of that list myself–aside from the craftiness, which I do not possess, I agree with pretty much everything you said. And I do need some color on my walls, because white is too hard to keep clean. At one point, I actually did used to get up early every morning and do half an hour at the gym before work, so why can’t I seem to get up early now and do 20 minutes of yoga like I want to?
Also, I would like to add that I wish I made time to cook more. When Dan isn’t cooking I usually go for more convenient foods like a can of soup or similar instead of taking the time to really make a meal. I save it up for the weekends like it is my hobby, when it should be easier for me to incorporate into my weekly life.
I wish I was fluent in French. I study half-heartedly, but I never have time to do it right. I wish I could turn off my brain and relax sometimes instead of always thinking about what I need to get done next. I wish I went out for brunch with friends more often. I wish I took time to do some creative writing every day. I probably would have finished a book by now instead of just thinking of what I want to write.
Sometimes I htink wishes and goals like this are what keeps me motivated and moving forward, sometimes I wonder if I am just beating myself up for no reason when who I am at this moment is just right because we are all meant to be perfectly imperfect in our own ways.