I realized something today about all the things I want to change about myself:
Every one well be painful and long. None will be accomplished overnight. They will require me to hurt for a fairly long time.
Muscles will ache. My mind will wrack with ideas and extended effort, long after inspiration has passed.
And not a single one of them comes with a guarantee of success.
There are smarter ways to work, tactics to prevent injury and burnout, and tips to lighten the load, but there will be no more easy victories. Becoming vegan was the only one of those I’m likely to get.
The sooner I accept this, the sooner I can really get started.
Heh. Does this mean I’m finally growing up?