Just. Keep. Going.
What is it about this moment that feels so weird?
I feel like I have been here before, and I also feel like I have no idea how to respond to it.
I feel trapped in the familiar, and also like I have no idea exactly what I am trapped by.
I have this overwhelming sense that I am ready for something new, and I have no idea what I mean by that.
I think I am trying to be impressive, trying to look good, trying to put on a good show.
I have a sense of repeating old patterns. I think this is one of the great things about writing to you each day. It is impossible to continue to do something unhelpful without seeing it for what it is.
So, what is the pattern?
Oh…I’m feeling bored at the hard slog bit.
It is two thirds of the way through the marathon, it is raining, I have a cramp and the scenery is boring. It would just be easier to stop, but now is when I need to put one foot in front of the other.
And. Just. Keep. Going.
Luke
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