I am drawn in by an inner weight today. You know, one of those mornings when you feel like you’re not going to end up doing much. It’s hard on some days. My flow is affected by small things: an untoward conversation, the remnants of an unhealthy meal, a melancholic dream, the ghosts of the past or just the distractions of everyday life, Instagram included.
But I’ve learnt with time, to show up. To show up inspite of this chatter. To just do a thing, even if half-baked. Because once you do the work, it’s easier to build on it. So yes, this is a reminder to me to just show up. Because often that is more than half the job done. And I’m trying to be compassionate while at it. The hustle culture is a guaranteed burn out.
Tell me, will you? How are you doing this? Moving in spite of self-doubt. Moving on hard days. I’d love to know.