It is so hard on the spirit when you aren't meeting your own expectations of self. Oh the drudgery of that inner conflict stirring inside. Those thoughts of what I am waiting for, what is wrong with me, what am I afraid of, why can't I get off this stump, what am I missing and where am I in all of this, where am I headed? All really difficult questions for anyone. Especially difficult for everyone without a plan, a sort of blueprint for moving their life forward. Self reflection is the hardest kind of introspection. It causes us to be so organically real with ourselves. To hear our inner voice scold and convict. At least with others we can argue back, not so when you are talking to yourself. When we are in touch with our internal barometer it is so stinging when our internal meter isn't rising. Most especially stinging when we have no rational reason why. Though we try to deposit our insecurities into buckets of denial, self pity, and procrastination, inevitably that bucket too fills up spilling over into, give me a freaking break, not buying it, and you can believe that if you want to but I am not hearing it.
What if we spent tomorrow under a nectar tree? You, me, all of us. Imagine your life as that tree, big, bountiful, rooted, expansive, ripe. In this condition you have every opportunity to bear fruit. The single determinant in the kind of fruit your tree will now harvest is how you manage those qualities (big, bountiful, rooted, expansive, ripe) about you solely under your command. Sweet nectar is yours if you choose it and a new bucket awaits the deposits you choose to fill it with.