I can do better than this.
As much as I wish I could find contentment in my daily life, it eludes me. I think it's because I thought that I'd have it figured out by now. That I wouldn't still be getting hammered a couple of nights a week or living in some podunk town in the Central Valley of California. I thought I'd be on my way to a fulfilling career and not living paycheck to paycheck anymore. I thought I'd eat healthily and work out regularly and travel often.
That's not the case. At all.
Though I have many, many blessings in my life and I think of them often, I still can't help feeling that I can do better than this.
But where to start?
Instead of grand proclamations, I am going back to the basics.
Cooking myself a healthy, green dinner. Saying no to the emotional eating that wants to take over.
I'm applying to jobs that are a step in the right direction. And cleaning my damn house.
Basically, I'm doing better.
Because I can do better.