I have spent the better part of my life working my ass off to reach the next goal.
And there was always a next goal to be reached. No matter how hard I worked, how much I accomplished, how far I had gone, it was never enough. Never enough for me to feel like I had done what I was supposed to do, be who I was supposed to be. You see, I had this idea that somehow, somewhere, some time, I would reach this mythical peak and then I would be "there." And I would stay there...happily living my life in perpetuity. But, as Gertrude Stein so wisely stated: "When you get there, there is no there there."
I am now literally in the middle of my life and I have only recently come to realize how crazy this thinking has been. I have been so busy getting "there" that I was consistently missing the amazing parts of the "here." And when they're gone, they're gone.
So, enough. It's time to breathe, and sleep, and cuddle, and read, and, yes, work hard at something that challenges me and makes me happy.
And--with determination and perseverance--it will truly be a great achievement.