change

This hasn’t been difficult…. yet. Last night, I wondered again why this change was important to me though. It is a choice. It is a choice. It is a choice. Counting the days seems to give me some sense of ‘getting it done’ but… the ‘why’ still escapes me at times. I don’t feel any different than a week ago.

Waiting for the universe to reward me I guess.

This is a choice. This is a choice. This is a choice. The rational part of me understands that change takes time, but the rest of me wants instant gratification. Where is the reward?

so…. how it seems so easy one minute and then so very hard the next. Having put myself somewhere safe for this – and with my bubba to make me smile and remind me why I want this change so badly. It is a choice. It is a choice. It is a choice. Every minute of every day – for reals.