Its around 9pm and I have just finished my work out of the day. It’s the 3rd day since I have been consistently working out. Having tried time and time again.
It has also been such a long time since I consistently wrote. I berated myself about it. About whether to stop writing all together or just leave it be. However, I remembered how much angst and hunger I had when I first started. I also realized that I was not raised a quitter and pivotal moments like these test that resilience. I hope as you read this you do expect any particular prose.
There are so many quotes around how some people will come out of quarantine better, more energetic, better equipped to succeed in their futures and then there will be the others who despite all the free time come out same as they came in or even worse, a few kilos forcing their way into their wardrobes, new years resolutions that gather dust and become a pillar of awe in how unachieved they are.
The natural thing is to assume that any rational human being will opt for the former. To come out of this havoc a diamond that was initially charcoal. However, from my personal experience doing the right thing is difficult. If you walk into your goals having romanticized them through the lens of pithy quotes you will not weather the difficult days. I am no guru and I have no formulas but I know that there are days when there is very little drive to get to work on yourself. I cannot count how many times I have started work out routines and completely stopped or started waking up early for some weeks then one bad day eats the momentum whole and I have to re-start again.
However, as I have traversed the ebbs and flows of quarantine and a global pandemic called Covid 19, I have learnt one most important thing. Never, ever give up. Take breaks. Stop altogether but go back, find that pocket of energy, that inkling of inspiration and let it fuel you to continue.
Start again and if it does not work out start again, again.