Tiny incremental changes, daily changes, little things making huge differences.
If we stick with them.
I’m no shining example if we talk about things I’ve been unsuccessful at – like sustained fitness, sustained low weight, sustained performance and financial success, to say nothing of my failures in relationships …
I’ve proven otherwise.
I’ve proven to myself I can do it.
For every success there are ten failings.
I was reflecting on a number – 4,247.
Putting thoughts down, pushing them out-there, every morning after my walk whether I am in the mood or not, whether I’ve got aches or pains or a busy schedule or not.
Every morning, 4,247 days so far.
But it is simple.
You know it is.
Because I only need one guy to show up every morning.
Need one guy I can rely on.
Need one guy with a thought-du-jour.
Need one guy with a habit, one guy who learned that starting something is easy – just as stopping is easy.
I could argue this guy can’t be stopped.
He’ll just keep doing this each morning for rest of his life – mix of cartoon captions and Samuel Pepys style.
Voice of reason and unreasonable.
Voice of choice.
All I need.
Who do you need?
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 17C/63F, another scorcher predicted today (another afternoon on the golf course ahead – so I’ve stocked up on sun screen and band-aids), a cooling breeze right now is pleasant but won’t last. Gusta’s coat is shedding big-time – not sure if I should vacuum every day or just vacuum her every day . . .