Yesterday I wrote about how I’d had a pretty good day.
But upon waking up today, there was no ticker-tape parade to celebrate the progress of yesterday.
Momentum can be a cruel mistress.
There were no great victories during work.
No major life problems were solved.
Meaningful progress was not sustained or achieved.
I had a nice night with my kids and made a dinner of chicken scampi pasta with my wife.
But after the bravado of yesterday, was it enough?
I didn’t think so either.
So I got my stuff and went on a run.
As I ran in the quiet darkness, I started to gain more and more confidence with every step I took.
And it was there, about 2 miles in, where enlightenment was found.
Because I remembered that eating right and working out brings me closer to being the type of person that has those near-perfect days more often.
Because good begets good.
Because discipline can set us free.
Because I knew I would be here later writing about my day.
And writing every day in public makes me more accountable.
Bring it on.