It's insidious that way. It may make you completely miserable and, eventually, stolid, but it becomes familiar and almost welcoming.
But there has to come a moment when you decide that being comfortable is less important than being happy.
I feel like time is slipping by. That I shamelessly murder time, waiting for something to happen, instead of getting up and out and choosing to make things happen.
Change takes will and time. By doing it, not wasting it.
It's not going to happen by spilling pixels.
I love that picture. It's so true. And I enjoyed your post- I definitely feel you!
ReplyDeleteI think we all just *have* to come to that moment when we just have to make a change.
ReplyDeleteOne day at a time, yes? :o)