...Nature had not lost her pristine vigor yet, and why should man lose heart?
And with that in mind, I ran to the gym across the street before it got dark. I got on the walking pad and I clocked fifteen minutes. I read from Sugarman about copy, and above from Thoreau about determination.
What I can say is that I see little glamour in the rote repetition. I think my eyes are blinded by the dazzling, the instant. Too much happens so fast we don't have to wait for it, and that's why the deliberate feels so frustrating.
My deliberate is answering the phone for people who don't introduce themselves and rattle off their tech trouble. My deliberate is fielding questions about the unknown from those with the undying need to know.
My deliberate used to look like sabotage, though. I showed up for people who flaked on me. I tried to motivate others instead of myself. I was kind, generous and patient with all the wrong ones.
Now, my deliberate looks like intent. I plan my day in the morning. I only emerge when the plans conclude. At least for now, less than seven days into a new year, I am steadfast. And I must say, it feels much better than anything else, even if it feels like more work. Despite the extra time things take, despite the concentrated effort tasks require, I am happy.
My meditations last night showed me the possibilities.
The mind went to music and images. I feel like different things, doing different things, I wrote. Read Playboy. Look for impressive photography in copy. Scan it. Print them on shirts. Photograph the clothing. Distribute it for crypto.
I want to see if I can continue this way throughout the year. I challenge myself, here and now, to do it. We will see.
