I need to sweep and my broom is broken.
It’s really nobody’s fault either. There was an aggressive rooster, a scared pomeranian and a girlfriend in her boyfriend’s shirt that could all be considered part of the reason that the broom ended up in two pieces.
Sometimes, my life feels that way. Kind of broken. But broken in a specific way.
The broom handle had a screwy end that you would screw into the actual broom. Unfortunately, that’s exactly where the broom broke. So now I have a broom handle with no screw. A broom with a screw top inside of it. Making broth pieces useless.
On the bright side – I wrote today.
It’s a keystone habit that I plan on continuing.
Sometimes the only way to a better tomorrow is through a today with a broken broom.
I turn 35 this year.
The past 34 years have been mostly- blessed. Statistically and qualitatively I’d say I’ve probably won the lottery in at least a couple different realms. However, one thing that I’ve never been really great at – and possibly as a consequence one reason I’ve never been really GREAT is consistency. As the seconds gather behind me, I can’t help but notice the importance of perseverance, grit, and stick-to-it-ness.
I’m sure I can’t renovate my whole life in 30 days. But I’m going to try to start with one habit that hopefully will spread to other areas of my life.
I’m going to try to be consistent in writing.
I enjoy writing.
I enjoy thinking and looking for new ways to look at the world and how I’m moving through it.
I know I need to improve my consistency. I’m hoping this will be the vehicle. My posts may not make sense, they may be random, and repetitive, but I’m hoping they will teach me and keep me accountable as I journey toward a better self.
Hopefully this bleed into ..my fitness, my finances, and my relationships.
For now, these words will have to do.