I am uncomfortable.
I don’t know what it is, but lately I have had a sense of uneasiness. I have felt the need to make big sweeping changes and shake things up quite a bit.
I’m good at dreaming up these big changes. I’m good at thinking of goals. I’m not-so-good at the whole follow through process (see: many of my archived posts that refer to me having these big goals and ideas, which will be achieved by undertaking a massive project).
I’ve often read the quote that change begins when you become uncomfortable with being comfortable. I don’t know who originally said it (librarian fail), but it’s true. I’ve gotten comfortable, soft, in a rut, and willing to accept borderline mediocrity in just about every area of my life. But, I’ve had this nagging pull inside of me for a while now that tells me it’s time to take this internal discomfort and propel it outward to move to something greater. I don’t know where it’s going to go yet, but I know that something’s going to change.
On a lighter note, I will have a few book reviews coming up, so if you’ve tuned for the last couple of postings (AKA Amber’s diary entries), then you have something to look forward to. 🙂