The next level is overrated.
I just haven’t had much brain this week. Coincidentally, I have been very happy – Randomly, inexplicably happy.
I have no good reason for it – except for all the good that has always been there waiting for me to notice. And this week, I gave up trying to reach my goals long enough to notice how good it is right now. I mean – when I get to the next level, I’ll just be on to the next level after that, right?
This week, I was just happy enjoying the moment.
I had a nice fire going in the fireplace today, and I looked around the room, and felt the beauty of it, and felt the love of it. The kind of home that I’ve always wanted – I don’t mean the physical space (although I have always wanted a fireplace). I mean the love in our home.
I mean that everything in this home is something that Charles and I created together – we brought nothing with us when we moved to Florida and even sold the car that we drove here. We wanted no souvenirs of the past. Everything we have, we have together – The third of The Four Agreements we live by.
And Charles called while he was on the road today, and I told him I was afraid I might get unmotivated because I was so happy. I was afraid that maybe I had to be a little miserable to want to move forward. I was too content! And then we both laughed.
Give us a shout and tell us: what’s good about your “level” now?