Nothing to write

I don’t have a reason for writing tonight, I haven’t for a few days now.

We’ll see where this goes.

Whenever I don’t have anything to write about, I wonder if I am pushing myself hard enough—if I am learning enough daily, if I am doing the right things day-in and day-out.

Well I am—we all are.

The thing about learning, pushing yourself, working toward goals—it’s not that you have to be thinking about it every hour of every day, it’s that you have to incorporate it into a balanced life, a life also filled with friends, fun and relaxation.

A life that appreciates the little things, that appreciates what is right in front of you.

A life that allows you to celebrate the small joys in life. The beauty of the sunset or the simplicity of good conversation with an old friend.

A life that you are finally happy and content with.

A life that pushes you toward something new, but doesn’t forget what you already have.

As I embark on the next chapter of my life, (one of) my goal(s) is to remain grateful for where I am in my life at that moment. Because no matter where I am, it is right where I am supposed to be. And even if I don’t see it then, I will realize the impact later.

I will allow myself to celebrate my successes, rather than only reminding myself of my failures.

I will always dream and work toward bettering myself, but I will also accept what is and enjoy the ride—that’s what it’s for anyway.

(I knew I had something to learn today).