And it's the beginning of another week where I'm trying to psych myself up enough to get through the same old rut I feel that I'm in.  I do need a change, and I will try to work toward it.  Nothing as drastic as my sister who's quitting her job, moving twice in the next two months, and basically turning her entire life upside down, but enough that I improve my current situation.

I decided this back in January, but between the break-ins, stress fallout, and possible diagnosis of ANOTHER lifelong condition, my timeline got overwhelmed.  Now that I'm more comfortable with my window gate and managing stress a bit better, it's time to get back to work. 

Change is always scary, and most people do feel that way, but sometimes there are motivators that override the natural caution and inertia and push you into action. I'm hoping that my resolve holds in the short term.  I'm hoping that this really will be a positive change I can maintain for the longer term.   I've failed before, but the only way to truly fail is to give up trying forever and I'm not ready to admit total defeat yet.

I still have a lot to give to the world; I still have many things going for me that I've worked hard to obtain.  I still have the capacity to expand my life and experiences without sacrificing things I need.  I'm working on the motivation.  It's taken 3 months of setbacks and stress, but I'm ready to try for health again.