It’s gray today, cold goes without saying, and although it looks like it’s going to do something, they say it is not.
We can only wait and see.
I was hoping I would be much more alert and with it today, broom in hand (makes sense if you read yesterday) but I once again had to scrape myself out of bed. In order to get going with my workout, I had to tell myself I could stop after ten minutes.
It might be a day packed with lots of little lies to myself.
What else is new.
Some days grind. Some days slither. Some days the chair remains stolidly in front of a uncooperative cursor.
Huh.
Maybe that’s why it’s called a cursor.
Because you want to curse at it.
Look at me with the jokes.
If you have no idea where I’m going with this, you’re in good company, because neither do I.
But.
The thing is.
When you’re dangling on the side of a rockface, unable to see up or down, with the pebbles clattering down around you, and no rope to be found, you’re bound to get a little fatigued.
Don’t worry, I’m not actually writing this from the side of a mountain, though could you imagine? I kind of can. Not quite sure how I’d bring the chair.
But any day, especially now, can feel that way.
Somedays the path appears, cleanly, as though lit by the sun itself. And somedays it’s all you can do to get to the next handhold.
But that’s all you need to do.
Get to the next handhold.
And if you can’t do that, there’s always telling yourself you only have to do it for ten minutes. Oddly enough, it works.
Letting go, though, all that does is take you right down to the bottom, and you don’t want to go back there. It’s full of those pebbles and random office chairs people tried to pull up the mountain.
Anyway, that’s it for me today. May not be my finest post, but I’m a couple of handholds higher, and for today, that’s good enough.
Have a great Wednesday.
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