That’s what I need to think about: I’m always impatient to get there. There.
No matter what it is—instead of enjoying every moment—I constantly find myself wanting to “get rid” of these moments and look forward to those.
I just have to be here for once. Not just in rare, or not-as-oft happening circumstances (i.e., food, sex, sleep, dance, talking to people, family, etc), but finding something I can look forward to in each day that brings me legitimate joy and excitement. Something to look forward to.
Not punishing myself by saying you deserve a good day ONLY when you do these or those things, and in a certain order…
You have too many conditions on being happy.
Just be. Let yourself be. Let yourself have as much joy as you can fathom.
