Right now I want to curl up in my bed, or sprawl out on my yoga mat. I want to listen to the sound of my breath hissing through my body, watch the slow rise and fall of my chest, and leave the world dangling in the distance. It’s one of those days. My limbs feel heavy and I don’t have the energy to write.
Yet here I am, pecking at the keyboard, fingers betraying my inner sloth. I write because I should, because my calendar reminds me that it’s time, and because my goals align with this task.
What are your goals, and how are you working towards them right now?
The majority of the posts on this blog are about motivation. Each has some strand of inspiration woven through it like a shimmering thread.
I talk about surrendering to intention, pausing to find your happy place, and making sh*t happen. I recently rolled out a coaching program for bloggers who want to hone their skills, and I’ve already found a few clients who are courageous (or crazy) enough to take that wild ride with me towards self-improvement. I am hella happy to be showing these folks how to sharpen their prose. Because If there’s one thing I possess, it’s word wizardry. No, I couldn’t solve a math problem to save the world (sorry humanity). But damn if I can’t conjugate some verbs.
But I still don’t feel like writing right now.
What the hell is my point anyway, you ask? I suppose it’s this:
Some days you just have to push until you’ve done that deed.
Blog post complete.
See what I did there?