This blog is to make a chronicle of my progress in becoming the person I wish to be, intended for sharing and discussion with those who care. For me to say "becoming" means that I have not already attained it, and implies that I am dissatisfied with myself.
I admit it.
But I do accept myself; I'm just not willing to stay as I am. I don't hate myself: if I did, I'd assume that there is no hope for me to change. I disagree with those who would council to simply accept, to give up the ambition to be better, out of an avoidance of suffering, as I yearn for what I am not, as I feel frustration when I fail. Why ought I not suffer?
But really, there must be a balance I can strike between the striving and acceptance, so that I hold on to expectations enough to have motivation, but loosely enough that I can cut my self some slack when I fall short.
