There isn’t a magic trick to getting better. It is repetition, grit, and a little bit of grace. Life doesn’t suddenly turn itself around on a Tuesday morning because you wish it so. It turns around because you keep showing up and putting your ass on the line. You keep doing the small things that add up to something big. You keep pushing the broom, paying the bill, saying “thank you,” and trying again tomorrow and the next day.
Maybe better doesn’t necessarily mean richer, thinner, or younger. Maybe it just means calmer, kinder and wiser. Maybe “better” means learning how to not let the world piss you off so easily.
I have slowly learned that progress is sneaky, it doesn’t always announce itself with grandeur. Sometimes it just shows up quietly in how you handle the same old problem without losing your cool. That is better in my book.
So keep at it.
Whatever your “it” is…
…keep moving it, keep working it, keep loving it.
Because it really is getting better all the time.
Enjoy the Beatles earworm
