Do you ever wish you were a better version of yourself? I do. I recently awoke in the night vomiting. My husband woke up and came into the bathroom with me; as a married female in my late-twenties, the question was so obvious neither of us had to ask it aloud... am I pregnant? Sitting on the bathroom floor, I considered why that question made me panic; I adore my husband, we are both on promising tracks for our careers, and I'm certain that I want to have children someday. Why not now? I thought... Well, I'm just not the best version of myself yet... but then... What am I waiting for??
I soon discovered I wasn't pregnant, and found myself facing a perfect opportunity to break out of routine and begin each day with purpose. While perfection is unattainable, working hard to improve is a beautiful thing. My most obvious down-falls are my poor piano skills and my weight; and what better time to start than summer break? I weigh 162 lbs, and I struggle to sightread piano with one hand at a time on metranome mark 40.
So for the past week I've been working out one to two hours every morning (except Sundays), and making healthy eating choices while restricting calories. I have hypothyroidism (slow metabolism) so I know it's an uphill battle, but I'm not giving up. After my morning workout, I sightread hymns with a metranome for 15 minutes every week day. I rarely enjoy this routine, but I welcome the challenge. Through experience I have affirmed that anything worth doing is indeed hard work.
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