The other day my husband, Sam, said that he’s really happy with everything we’ve accomplished and that he’s content being exactly where we are. I felt peaceful…for a moment.
But then, I RUINED it.
The overachiever part of me said “But there’s still so much more to achieve!!! I’m nowhere near where I want to be!”
Yet, if Cassey 10 years ago could see where she was today, she wouldn’t believe her eyes. Cassey today has an adoring husband, a cute fluffy dog, and runs 3 different businesses. Reading that aloud, it really was and IS my dream come true. But why can’t I just stop and be happy?
I blame my personality.
I like to keep striving, keep going, keep trying, no matter how many times I fall and no matter how hard it is. I want to always do better…because I know I can! Achievements are one of the things that brings me genuine happiness and motivation. My overachieving trait has gotten me exactly to where I am today…but it’s also what leaves me feeling unsatisfied a few minutes after I accomplish something.
Kinda sad huh?
Weird how life balances you out like that. This is something I need to figure out. Like…how important is accomplishing something to completing my sense of wholeness? 🧘♀️I sometimes wish I could be fully content with what I have instead of always wanting more.
What brings you wholeness?