I’ve come down with a bad case of the “blahs.”  Although I’ve been making progress on several projects, I’m in that in between place where the start of the project is over but the end is not yet in sight… Where I am, here in the middle, feels frustrating and irritating. Nothing is moving as quickly or as smoothly as I want and the bratty kid in me wants everything RIGHT NOW!

sigh.

Maybe you’re one of those lucky people who never feel this way? Me, I hit this stage in the middle of every project. It’s a comfy friend in a way, but never warmly welcomed!

I’m not one of those people who believes the road forward is always gonna be easy if you’re doing what you’re called to do.  I know the popular belief is that “if you do what you love, everything will fall into place.”  Boy, do I want to believe that… but living has taught me that love is not synonymous for easy. Infact, love often means struggle and hardwork…  Sometimes love means being obstinate and determined, even in the face of adversity.  Sometimes it means turning your back on the easy road to do the thing that needs to be done, to push the stone up hill even when all you really wanna do is lie in the sun.

So- I’m really writing this as a reminder to myself.  Sometimes you have to pull up your big girl panties and just get the job done.

The blahs melt away when I focus on the job at hand– the moment that I’m living NOW– and stop worrying about what the end could/should/might bring.

Live in the present. The past is gone; the future is unknown — but the present is real, and your opportunities are now. You must see these opportunities; they must be real for you. The catch is that they can’t seem real if your mind is buried in past failures, if you keep reliving old mistakes, old guilts, old tragedies. Fight your way above the many inevitable Traumatizations of your ego, escape damnation by the past, and look to the opportunities of the present. I don’t mean some vague moment in the present — next week or next month, perhaps. I mean today, this minute.

-Maxwell Maltz