fresh starts
There's this: today has started out well. I prayed alone, outloud in the loungeroom early this morning. It was my house's inaugural tuesday morning prayer time, and it was good. Through excersise my praying is getting better. I pray longer, I pray bolder, I'm more reflective, i don't bullshit God as much.
Then there's this: If every pursuit progresses through a waxing and waning cycle of passions - bursts of renewed vigour interrupting troughs of slumber - then the goal of consistency and self-discipline calls for oft-repeated re-inspiration. Mastering passion, learning to regather and refocus my energies will be the skill i pursue this year.
And this: I have earned this day off. The hours of daylight today are mine, paid for by cumulative seconds and minutes scrimped, saved, toiled and multitasked throughout the week. I will spend these hours like i would spend a million dollars, deliberately, recklessly, in joy.
Then there's this: If every pursuit progresses through a waxing and waning cycle of passions - bursts of renewed vigour interrupting troughs of slumber - then the goal of consistency and self-discipline calls for oft-repeated re-inspiration. Mastering passion, learning to regather and refocus my energies will be the skill i pursue this year.
And this: I have earned this day off. The hours of daylight today are mine, paid for by cumulative seconds and minutes scrimped, saved, toiled and multitasked throughout the week. I will spend these hours like i would spend a million dollars, deliberately, recklessly, in joy.