No matter how often I remind myself that things are fine just the way they are, that I am fine just the way I am, there is this deep-seated push in all of us, to make things better. Or, at least, different.
Which, fine. Maybe part of accepting things as they are includes accepting this drive to make things other than the way they are (getting dizzy yet? I know I am!). But do we really need to beat ourselves up over the fact that we’re not there yet? Especially when there is essentially unquantifiable? How do you measure “I want to be a more compassionate person” or “I want to lighten the heck up”?
We’re on a path, here. A journey. And, while, yes, we will still strive toward that destination, wherever it may be, let’s try to relax and enjoy the trip, OK? Because it’s a blast being here and our fellow travelers are just so adorably cool.
And because, if we ever do decide that we’ve reached our mark, will we rest in the glow of knowing we’ve achieved compassion, or lightness or some other really quite valid achievement? Of course not. That’s just not how we’re built. Once we get there, we’ll immediately ask “Now where to?”
Life’s a trip. And I celebrate having all of you along for the ride with me.