I always thought that if I was thin rather than chubby, my life would be perfect. When that happened and nothing changed, I thought okay, what I need is massive career success. And then, life would be perfect. Still no luck. Next came the fabulous house, fancy cruise ship vacations, and a social calendar chock full of end to end activity.
Long story short, the perfect life was still elusive. The solution, in time, was to downsize, abandon city life, and move to an offshore island in Washington State, aka the most beautiful place on the planet.
Once there, something magical happened. The outdoors became my haven. With miles of shoreline coupled with wooded trails, the beauty and serenity became my friend. There were no big box stores or shopping malls, and no keeping up with an exhausting social calendar. Life was bliss. For awhile. The isolation and sameness eventually got to me so almost ten years later, I once again ran away, this time to Arizona.
But all was and is not perfect. I am still stressed and facing a to-do list that is growing so rapidly that I can not keep up. I thought about starting a bullet journal but that would be one more chore. The answer, perhaps, is to adopt a “good enough” mentality and to quit chasing perfection.