The change I crave is uncomfortable.
The best lighting wouldn’t make it photogenic.
A well-crafted soundtrack underneath its experience would be awkward and uncomfortable to watch.
It is maddeningly unfit to a reasonable timeline.
I cannot fit it into a schedule of self-improvement.
It is an unruly child screaming at a pitch fit to pierce attention.
Ripping through unspent energy.
I have to cling to the change I want.
It will test me, begging to be abandoned.
Buy my dog a treat.
Greenies are her favorite.