In trying to find my balance, I have realized that part of my problem is my patience. Or, to be more precise, my extreme lack of patience. I want things to happen for me right now. I want to move. I am on the cusp of moving to a new city and I want to be there RIGHT NOW. I want to pack, and clean, and paint, and get the fuck out of here. I want to curl up next to the fireplace in my new apartment, and run up and down the stairs and scream my head off, and organize the closets.
I haven't done any serious yoga in months and I want to have that back. Like any other form of exercise, there is a momentum to be honoured there and I'm not really looking forward to building that back up. I want to do lots and lots of yoga RIGHT NOW. I desperately need to resume running and weight training, and I want to get started. But it's almost 9pm, and by the time I'll have a chance to actually run I'll have lost my drive.
I want to get back into reading Tarot for myself. I want the deck of Medicine Cards Aerolin keeps telling me about. She got me interested in stones, and I want some. I want them all, actually. I want to study them and learn all about them and put them under my pillow and love them. And I want all that RIGHT NOW.