Continuing on, carrying on, persevering. Every morning when life looks bleak. Seems so hard but we can’t stop – we know that – but so easily let ourselves off the hook through avoidance, self-pity, excuses, procrastination and simply ignoring fundamental rules of following through. Every day. Every time. Every week.
Week, nearly done – seems earth kept turning whether or not we had our week mapped out with a master plan.
We showed up.
It showed up.
Follow your nose and you’ll move where you are looking. If you stare into abyss, that’s where you’ll go. If you gaze up-mountains worth climbing, put on your gear. If you see wide vistas and stretched out roadways, look far, drive far and second-guess nothing – especially yourself. And follow through.
Easy to start anything if we don’t follow through.
Easy to begin idea-land with flourish and vigor but little is the chance it will result in anything if we don’t follow through.
It is easy to commence any process, however good, but it won’t last or be of any value worth remembering if we don’t follow through.
It is like punctuation at the end of the sentence
Without which, we cannot end one thing and move on to another thing!
Easy to start.
To those who, like me, find value in writing as a device to make their life deeper, more meaningful and useful to the world, these words might give you a lift this morning. They did for me:
“Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 4C/38F, clear, ‘see your breath’ … yikes, falling leaves can’t be far away … but someone there was less dew on Gusta’s belly. We seem to be walking further faster. My regularity at the gym might be a factor in that …