The Ceiling

Heyo,

The ceiling. We stare at it every night before going to sleep. It is either that or fix our eyes on the four walls that surround us. I always preferred looking up. In fact when I was little I used to say 'Aim for the sky, hit the ceiling.' And it was true then, that is exactly what I did. "Moving again? I can make more friends AND keep the old." "I can take ten credits at sixteen." "Nursing, so totally happening." 

Those are big things, but I push myself too, in little ways everyday. "I can watch this movie AND study. And work-out. And socialize." No worries. Until I never sleep and am stressed out. Lately I have been trying to take more purposeful breaks, so as to not wear thin, but, see, I am terrified of hitting the ceiling. Of finding the place where I can go no higher, burn-out. whatever you call it. When I start to give up on something, the thought of failing, plateauing, keeps me going. Keeps me pushing through.

I not the best at anything, compared to others and I know that. Nor am I always the wisest with my time *cough* Netflix *cough. Basically, not saying that I am perfect, or better, or worse than others; I am strictly talking about me here. I don't want to stop improving. I can't stand this being the best I can be. This can't be as good as it gets. Not yet.

<3 Lissa