I still struggle. I still have bad days…unproductive days. Days that are slogs where I don’t get done what I’d tasked myself with needing to. Things still pile up – the ebb and flow remains. And, the ebb and flow is made up of calm waves crashing in a relatively fixed rhythm on the shore, rather than the thrashing swell and quell of tidal waves.
I have great days, too. Days where I thrive.
Good or bad, light or heavy, I show up every day no matter what. I stay in the race. I walk when I can’t run and I rest but I don’t quit. I don’t always meet my original goals for the day or for the week. But, some is better than none. I do what I can with what I have. Goals can be adjusted and their stepping stones on the path redistributed.
onward.
-dmac