I’m pretty sick today, haven’t been feeling good at all. Haven’t been sleeping good at all. It was my mother’s birthday today and I couldn’t even leave the bed this morning because of how sick I felt. I still feel that sick right now. Everything in me wants to just lay down and let the day pass me by. Everything but this itch I have. This itch that wants to continue my daily practice no matter what. There’s that voice that is almost happy that I’m sick. Especially sick to start off the new year. It sees this as an opportunity to set the tone again for the new year. The tone that no matter how I feel, no matter how bad it gets, I can always finish my daily requirements that I made for myself.
Even as my body aches and my head pounds, I can’t shake the thought—this is exactly the kind of moment that defines the year ahead. It would be easy to just give in, to let this day slip away unnoticed, unchallenged. But I know myself better than that. I know that if I let today go, tomorrow becomes easier to let go too. And before I realize it, I’ll have strayed too far from the path I carved out for myself.
So I move. Slowly, deliberately, but I move. I won’t push myself beyond reason, but I won’t let myself crumble either. I will do what I can, even if it’s a fraction of what I normally would. Because effort is what matters now, not perfection. Even in weakness, I can stay strong in resolve.
This isn’t just about today—it’s about the story I’m writing for the rest of the year. If I can push through this, if I can honor my commitments even now, then what excuse will ever be enough to stop me later? There won’t be one. Because I’ll know—I always have more in me.
