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The one with a countdown.

My journal looked a bit like this today:
  • 8 days til I finish Whole30.
  • 7 days til my boyfriend gets back in town. (yes. more on that later.)
  • 10 days til I'm at the lake. You guys know how I feel about the lake.
  • 25 days until my surgery. (more on that later, too?)
There is a lot happening. A lot of change. A lot of counting down. A lot of stuff. 

And then I realized I'd written June 1 at the top of my journal. We're six months in to 2015 and I'm counting down to different events. 

When we count down or cross days off our calendar in anticipation for upcoming events, do we end up making less of our present day time, our present day events?

I feel as though I'm guilty of that the past month. 

There has been a lot of 'new' in 2015 for me. (ie: that 2nd bullet up there.)

One thing I've learned about myself is that I'm not the most adaptable person. Change is not my favorite. Plenty of people in my life are probably reading that statement and thinking "um, of course. We know this about you....and HAVE known this about you."

And maybe I've known it- but didn't want to admit it. 

But I'm here. Admitting it now. 

Change is hard for me. Adaptability is not one of my top 5 strengths. Responsibility? Empathy? Communication? Yes. Those are my strengths. Adaptability is not.

I'm learning. 



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