Never Satisfied.

Sometimes I worry that I'm going to change, that I'm going to do something or a series of somethings that radically changes who I am. However, I find myself constantly striving to change one aspect or another of myself. I worry needlessly. I occupy my time with wishing that I was doing something different or being another way. Today I'm making lists again. I guess I'll never change.

I have never ever been so productive or accomplished so much as I did this weekend. I know within my bones that it is because now I have a partner, an extension of myself, and we are a remarkable team. Oh God how I needed this in my life.

Even still, there's a sense of not being content. There's always more to do. There's always something else on the list. I suppose that's what will keep me going. I suppose it is good to strive for perfection so long as it doesn't drag you down.