The Struggles
Two weeks ago I wrote about my fears. I wrote about my fear of cats, and how when someone told me that they are actually a good thing it changed my perspective. And thus my fear. I wrote about my fear of inaction. And how taking action cures - and alienates the fear. And I wrote about my fear of failing and how I'd remind myself of all the good things that are done all the promises that I've kept to myself and to others and it helps me to push forward. This week I want to address 3 of the things I struggle daily with. I feel that struggling with something is harder sometimes than failing at something. When I fail at something I can pick myself up and learn the lesson and move on. Struggles are daily tests. Sometimes I win and sometimes I don't. Time is a big issue for me. Ever since my birth (my mother constantly and consistently reminds me how hot it was, how late I was, and how heavy I was.) I feel like I am playing a perverse game of catch-up. Catching with events, prog