I thought moving to a new city where I didn't know anyone was going to be the magic pixie dust that my life needed - this new blank slate would finally allow me to become the type of person that I want to be.
I thought I was finally going to jump out of bed at 4:30AM every morning, read for a zillion hours a day, knock out everything on my to-do list, spend more time with the Bible and in prayer, kick all of my bad habits, and spend all of my free time with the homeless - all with a big smile on my face.
Ever been in that place before?
Fast forward to this morning, where I am moaning and complaining because I snoozed through countless alarms and was already behind the 8-ball on the ridiculous list of things I told myself I was going to do today.
You know what I did?
I took a step back and gave myself some grace.
You know what that did?
It actually freed me up to be better today than I had been all week. Was it perfect? No. Was it where I want to be? No.
Sometimes, I think we are so hard on ourselves that we can actually become paralyzed by the tight stranglehold that we hold ourselves in.
A fresh, new slate can be a good thing. But I think I expected the new environment to change me, when I know that I have to be the one driving the change. And change happens inch by inch.
(You think having a podcast titled "inch by inch" would mean I would no longer have to continue to relearn this...)
Are you stuck in a rut? Perhaps you need to take a step back and loosen the grip.