The truth is that I’m no longer willing to keep pretending like I’m going to get anywhere on time.
I’m no longer willing to take a side on a subject I could care less about.
I’m no longer willing to waste my time believing I’m ever going to fit into those size 6 jeans again.
I am willing to go to bed late if it means one more late night pillow chat with my almost-teenage daughter.
I am willing to walk “just one more time” around the lake with the pup when she’s got her eye on a squirrel on the other side.
I’m willing to see the point in knitting a pair of socks from $30 yarn instead of buying a $3 package of 2 pair.
I think I’ll just call it becoming me.
