Work in Progress

I want things to work right. I want them to be right on the first try. I want it to be easy. I want it to be good and happy and perfect.

But it is not.

My shelves get dusty again. My clothes get unorganised again. My desk gets cluttered again. I waste time. I get frustrated. I fail.

I want to jump to the part where happily ever after happens, but I am in the middle of the story where things are messy and sometimes unpleasant and don't go right.

This is the place where learning happens. Where character is forged. Where progress is made. It might be slow, but when I look back I see the progress. There is much more to be accomplished, but there is progress.

I am a work in progress.