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If You Miss One

I made it nine days in a row before I just completed forgot to even try. And once that happens, it is hard to get back into the swing of things. Not even 48 hours later, my clients talked about that general topic in group. My clients teach me things all the time- patience, slang, coping skills, strength, determination, laziness, perseverance, quitting and so much more. They try me on so many things throughout week and sometimes I'm just spent by it and sometimes I'm motivated. It all depends on the types of clients we have at one time. But this group was like the universe talking to me through them. They got off topic and told a story about a basketball player (who is not in anyway affiliated with any of my clients) who refused to play on Sundays because it was his day to go to church and what not. Well the team made it to the playoffs and their game was on a Sunday. The player originally said "No way, Sorry guys. I don't play on Sundays." Eventually his team guilted him into playing, saying it was "just one time" and from then on he wasn't able to be consistent with not playing on Sundays. Once you start doing something, it is hard to go back to the old way.

I learned that easily with blogging the first time around. Once I figured out I could back date and edit things, I didn't feel as bad about missing. Once I missed a bunch and couldn't catch up, I quit because I couldn't reclaim what was previously there. I am roughly five months into this project and it has been unbelievable bumpy.  I have not been consistent with anything that I have wanted to do and I'm starting to feel disappointment in myself which isn't something I experience often. I know I say I am going to start over all the time. And I am trying to actually do it.

Also! Today is WellDressedWednesday and I actually did that so there's a small win.


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