We live in a house that’s “in progress”.
There’s always something to do….something more that needs attention.
Last night, after work, we went over to the other property we bought a couple of years ago to clean up a tree that had fallen over the road at the entrance to the land.
That land is a bigger project…bigger than the one we live in now.
The tree is just a small part of the process….and it finally falling over after years of being held up by the ivy that killed it just meant that it commanded some attention that was more immediate than when it was still standing.
We learn a lot with all the “overextending” we do….but it’s hard.
Someone once told us that “we got lucky” when we found the house we live in.
The (almost) finished project might make it look like that….but all the hard word that was inbetween derelict and “lucky”….is what makes that end product look like something that was only the result of good fortune.
Sometimes lucky takes a lot of hard work.
I love motivational speeches.
I don’t know that I take them all to heart….but if I internalize even a little bit of positivity, I’m better off than I was before I heard them.
We keep going.
Where else would we go?
Why would we want to tread water forever?
Running on a treadmill doesn’t let me see a new view.
I need to push on more.