Got carried away this morning. Yesterday too. Not the first time, won’t be the last.
Instead of sticking to my morning routine, I tinker. I poke at this, peek at that, wander into whatever’s buzzing around me. And before I know it… the kick hits. That sharp jolt of realizing: oh no. Time’s gone. (Again.)
It’s not a crash. It’s not a breakdown. It’s that tiny rip when your sweater catches on a nail. That moment where you feel the thread pull and you think, "Crap... Not this again."
A snag is small. Almost insignificant. It’s not catastrophic. It’s survivable. But left alone long enough, the snag unravels the whole sweater.
That’s why I lean so hard on practices like Output Before Input. Why I force myself to write things down. Because otherwise—I won’t. It’s too easy not to.
It’s too easy not to do the hard things. Which is exactly why I have to. Or at least try.
To keep myself sharp. To keep myself honest. To stay humble.
To put in the reps so that when the pressure’s on, I know I can cook. I know I can handle the job—and myself.
Better doesn’t always look like fireworks. Sometimes better is exhilarating—fun, challenging, surprising. Sometimes it’s just cutting a metaphorical box of onions. Small. Repetitive. Annoying.
So here’s (yet another) reminder for myself.
Getting carried away is understandable once in a while. Don't make it a habit.
Stay focused. Exercise grace when you need.
And do the thing.