Blogmas 2020 Day Six: Blue Jeans

There are infinite moments between where we're now, and where we wish to be. Though, it's glib how we're never chuffed with our current situation. And, we're easily petrified of the space that keeps us apart from our wishing place.

Some people call it future planning. Though, I'm not sure it really is that. Money, no object, success, healthy relationships - the usual memo? Although while ticking through the checklist that gets you there, or wherever else you anticipate, do you have a list to make sure you're taking more with you, than leaving more behind? Didn't reckon so. 

We ardently lie to ourselves about what it is we want, because we either aren't brave enough to accept what we want, or zealous enough to put in the work to verily seize the same. And, once we stop lying to ourselves, that's the most truthful we'll ever be in our lives. 

There's an elephant in the room that we never address, mostly because there's a multiverse of rooms with even bigger elephants, no one remotely wants to even ponder over. Either, we teach ourselves to love a version of our future that seems acceptable enough, and settle. Or, some of us settle with a hatred towards our future, because we could be least bothered to be hating ourselves for not being dauntless enough to alter it. The future you're trying, or not, to alter, is going to be your new home at some point. And, homes are not meant to be places that you settle for, or hate. Because, honestly, where else do we really have to go? It's a spiralling descent; we're constantly moving into a life, which we need to constantly recover from. 

That black hole between the you now, and the future, will be a nasty place. There might be regrettable times; your work might suck, or you'll have to consume average coffee, or hustle unnecessarily. There'll be realisations, fights, uncomfortable negotiations, a lot of do-overs.
Hold on; still. No one ever told great stories by creating an unparalleled life from the get go.

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artist: Panic

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,
A.