So, I was reading a friend's blog today and felt inspired to write in my own. Thanks to my version of OCD, I had to go back and read my old posts as well as another friend's blog I hadn't looked at in a while. I had a few thoughts.
First, I guess we all struggle. That seems like such an obvious thing to say, but I forget a lot and find a lot of people don't talk about it. Personally, I want to be perfect. I think I shouldn't struggle. Life should be balanced and happy and fun and productive and reasonable and rational all the time, but alas, it seems it's not always like that. Some of my friends call is seasons. I like that. I've always called it phases, but something about seasons sounds more natural and makes me think everything will just naturally evolve into the next right step, like everything is as it should be. That being said, I feel like part of my current season involves uncertainty and rejection, and I could really do with that being over.
My second thought is how the same themes pop up for me over and over and over again in life. I wonder if it will always be that way. The longest running ones are pretty much about boys and weight. I also think there are still a lot of negative conversations going on in my head. Ughhh, lame.
I think it's good for me to have this blog and old journals as a reminder. In reading this, I was especially happy to see some of my more positive entries and the gratitude posts. At one point, I was enjoying the journey more than trying to get to the destination. Just reading about it doesn't make it instantly come back, but I can almost feel it or at least remember what it felt like. It gives me something to strive for again. As of now, I find myself saying, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" but just standing still, waiting for teleportation to hurry up and be invented.