There’s a certain harshness in wanting change, transformation, improvement all the time.
Does it arise from feeling ashamed at how things are? At ourselves?
A response to the gnawing of the inner critic – its demand that we do better every day?
Today, can you allow yourself to know your glorious ordinariness? And the wonder of a messy, incomplete, everyday life? To feel the simple weight of the dishes as you wash them? To marvel that you can breathe, move, experience? To gaze into the eyes of your glorious, ordinary loved ones?
There’s much to be said for turning our attention away, some of the time, from what we imagine needs to happen and into the exquisite texture of what is here already.