“One day at a time”. I hear it, well, daily. From my friends, my mom, my doctors, my therapist. “One day at a time”. That’s how I’m supposed to progress: slowly and carefully, not projecting forward into the future, not pretending to be a mind reader or see what lies down the road for me with my non-existent crystal ball. “One day at a time” is supposed to keep me grounded, keep me in the “here and now”.
Except that I HATE the “here and now”. I’m trying to get away from the misery that encompasses the “here and now”, and “one day at a time” isn’t moving me along fast enough. I don’t want the baby steps method – I want to leap full-force into an amazing future, without having to do any of the work required to get me there.
Patience was never a virtue for me.