Begin Again
I missed yesterday’s blog post, and didn’t realize it until today. I’d only scheduled through August 1, and while I meant to jump back in on the 2nd, I didn’t check. And yeah, I should’ve. I’m learning to be more gracious with myself, have been for some time now.
But I also finally biked the Venetian Causeway for the first time this morning. Got in 30 minutes of cardio. That’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. So the question now becomes: was that a fluke, or the start of a new habit?
Same goes for the blog. I’ve missed 2 days since I started posting daily on May 25. In the grand scheme of things, that’s not much. I’m proud of the consistency, even with the stumbles.
Every morning is a small resurrection. Yesterday’s choices don’t have to become today’s identity.
How many times have I told myself that missing one day means the whole thing is broken? That if I break the streak, I might as well stop? But discipline isn’t a perfect streak, it’s a practice we strengthen with every time we make a choice to continue. And every restart is part of the process.
Beginning again doesn’t mean starting over. It means moving forward, this time with more information. The slip-ups aren’t failures, they’re data. And the path is still there, waiting.
The sun doesn’t apologize for yesterday’s clouds. It just rises again.
Permission granted. Begin again.