You and I are wired to chase metrics over meaning. It’s easier. Most Americans know their net worth. Few know themselves. Becoming BTL takes a lot of solitary confinement. You must go to your room and come to love not loathe alone time. Happiness, remember, is a horrible aim but a wonderful outcome.
So, this morning, afternoon, or evening, begin to find time for more of you. Take care spiritually, mentally, physically, relationally, and quiet the self shaming self talk. Most of us have a little voice deeply rooted in our past. It doesn’t know the new you and doesn’t want you to either. Quiet the drunk. Seek light. Keep seeking.
It’s only day three and you’re making progress even though it’s a long, hard climb still ahead. Look back and notice the trailhead has disappeared from sight. We’re climbing. We’re working. We’re making progress. We are all a work in process. Head up now. Grab a hand. Give one too. I’m happy you’re here. You?