When being the Old Me is inspirational:
I went for a run this morning, listened to a bit of #amwriting podcast, and remembered that for most of you it’s Easter. (Russian/Ukrainian Easter is next week.) I thought, Easter = rebirth and maybe this is the New Me. I’m running early on a Sunday, I’m gonna be better.
The Old Me also runs. She also writes and laughs and has friends and family. She was pretty happy, too. Why do I want to throw all that away?
Maybe this is obvious but if you’re one of those people who wants to be perfect, who needs to start on a new page, so maybe this time you can do it right, then listen:
You’re not doing it wrong. You don’t need to start over. Keep going. Keep what you need, get rid of what you don’t, but you don’t need a clean slate.
The New Me will start to look a lot like the Old Me pretty soon, and if I can’t get comfortable with the Old Me, none of these new ones will make me happy. (PS - I love Kyiv in the sunshine.) - 50 minutes ago