I know I want to be “better” because isn’t that what everyone is supposed to want? To be better. To do better. To have better things, better clothes, better cars, better houses. Better than the person you know, better than the person you used to know but hate now.
I want to be a better human. I want to be a better mother. I want to do better things for my health and well being. I want to do better about taking up too much space. I want to plant a garden and grow better food to feed my growing little people. I want to listen to music to help me feel better, dream better, think better.
Less crap. Less noise inside my brain. Less distraction when I should be present. I want to be a better listener, a better should to cry on. I want to be a calmer person. Better for my children when they are having a tough day and need me to be empathetic, not an asshole.
DO BETTER. BE BETTER.
I want to enjoy the days better. Read a book better. WRITE BETTER. I want to feel better in my heart and in my head. I want to be a better wife. I want to be a better friend. I want to get better so I can be all of these things without becoming exhausted.
Get better. Change my thoughts. Redirect my anger. Feel my feelings. Get better.