One small thing.
A tiny crack.
I didn't even notice it at first.
And then I downplayed it.
It's just a tiny thing.
It won't change anything.
But it does.
It opens the space for another tiny crack until the whole wall begins to crumble.
That is how it works with my discipline.
I build it slowly, carefully adding rituals and routines that help me stay healthy and creative. I push through the initial resistance until it becomes my new reality. And it works beautifully.
Until a first crack appears.
It won't take long before I find myself struggling to hold together the pieces of what was my well-built discipline routine.
I lost count of how many times I've experienced this cycle of creating and destroying my daily routines. Every time is painful. And every time is magical. The structure that I felt was perfect becomes ruins. And from those ruins, a better one is built.
Maybe that's how it works; a never-ending cycle of creation and destruction.
I started this post tired, with no inspiration and disappointed with myself for my lack of discipline in the last week or so.
Now, I wonder if what felt like a failure can be a gift.
And I close it with a new hope.
Beautiful.
The creation process could be seen as a meaning of life. Everything is created and destroyed. Everything is in (inside) this process.
Breathe in - hold - breathe out.
In this process I got stuck sometimes in letting in, sometimes in letting out, and sometimes a hold for too long.
I get attached and I block the process.
The process should just flow.
Like a penguin.
Be a penguin.
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