You get all super motivated. You lose a bunch of weight. You fit in skinny winny jeans. You feel fabulous! You haven't been that skinny in years and oh, it's so great!
Then you maybe gain a couple pounds, because you can't maintain that level of
You have all this enthusiasm for the getting there. But how do you stay there?
Because, crap, in order to maintain, you have to keep this up.
For the rest of your life.
Somehow it dawned on me, just yesterday, that the bulk of life is just maintaining.
This is something I have historically sucked at. I was good at leaving, moving, starting over, getting a new job, quitting a job, falling in love, falling out of love, starting a project, getting bored in the middle, moving on to another project...
The beginnings and endings I could throw myself into. They tend to be filled with anticipation, drama, motion, commotion.
It's the middles, the maintenance, where I've struggled. And fallen down.
I thought about this yesterday when picking up Jordan's toys and my clothes for the gajillianth time. You pick all this stuff up...just to take it all out. And pick it all up again tomorrow.
Dishes are clean. Dishes are dirty. Same with clothes. Floors. Carpets. And so forth.
I'm not in a woe-is-me place, or thinking my life is an endless cycle of drugery.
If fact, I actually really like my life more than I ever have. And lately it's been calmer and more normal and routine than pretty much ever.
I used to pull the rug out from under myself whenever anything got routine. And now, I fully realize that my life is one routine after another.
Perhaps it always was; I just had larger, more chaotic circles of routine, of dramatic start and stop, rise and fall.
I'm just wondering - do most people struggle with the maintenance?