I love starting new goals and projects. I also can’t stop myself from finishing them when I smell the completion just out of reach. But that long marathon of a middle drains my energy. The tedious, repetitive action part tanks my motivation.
I wish everyone could have their dreams come true early on in their life. That was my luck or blessing. I found myself in the home of my dreams with the husband of my dreams and three or four children. I had “made it” before age 25. Life should have been grand. I had everything I ever wanted, and I was miserable. It was such a surprise! I felt utterly lost. How can I have it all and feel like this?
I grew up in a garden. Like Adam and Eve had everything they needed with little effort, as a child, I did too. My parents loved each other, loved the Lord and loved me. I had food every day. Even my voracious curiosity was fed. It was a paradise.
I love freedom. I love to feel free, like a child running with her hair and dress blowing back in the wind, arms open wide. I want to embrace life, experience all it has to offer and learn all I can. I push against my limits in long, pressing stretches.