Friday, January 23, 2009

So High I Can't Get Over Them...Yet

I realized something recently that has me both depressed and enlightened. My realization is that most of my personal barriers are different than I thought they were. Sadly, I am finding that my truer barriers reflect far deeper flaws than I had hoped. About a year ago I decided that to remove two barriers that I thought would open the road to peace, joy and everlasting happiness…time and weight. I decided that in order to “live my best life” (thanks Oprah) that I needed to really focus on what would make me happier and that was to lose weight and quit my job to have more flexibility. I postulated that if I quit my job I would have lots of time to learn new things, volunteer more, develop myself, be a more patient parent and wife, blah, blah, blah. I also postulated that losing weight would make me more confident in the world, better at meeting new people, able to deepen intimacy, blah, blah, blah. 

Well, here I am six months post job quitting and 45lbs lighter and guess what? I am still too busy and still not physically confident. It turns out that the things that I believed were my barriers weren’t. Finding euphoria and everlasting peace turns out to be harder than I ever imagined. So, I continue to work on the bigger goals with the help of a shelf full for self-improvement books. In the meantime, I am holding out some that thought I was wrong and pinning my hopes for personal happiness on losing a few more lbs and having a few more hours when my daughter goes to kindergarten. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

In the Way of Progress

I have not written anything recently because I keep waiting for the perfect idea to strike me. I keep coming up with ideas and then either can’t finish them or lose interest. This feels kind of counterproductive because the whole point of the blog was to try to hone my writing skills by writing regularly. Yet again I am letting my search for the perfect get in the way of progress. So, I am resolving to try to write 3 times a week. Even if it is very short.  

My father told me that “Perfect is the enemy of good”. With you, dear reader, as my witness I resolve to fight the enemy and work to accept good rather than doing nothing in my strive for perfection.