Despite all the blah, blah, blah about new beginnings and fresh starts, I simply could not get motivated. Sure, I completed several projects and tasks that gave the impression of productivity, but I pretty much managed to avoid the really important things I wanted to start or keep doing — those that required real effort and commitment.
As first days — and then weeks — passed, I started to get more and more discouraged. My planned blog posts about my goals became irrelevant; I couldn’t talk about something I wasn’t doing.
Then last Monday, I looked up from my computer for a second and there it was: the Wordsworth quote chiding me “To begin, begin.”
Only not chiding, really. Encouraging. Urging.
Why couldn’t I begin on Jan. 17? Or in February? Or June?
And I realized that therein lies the magic of beginning: it can happen at any time, on any date, on any day of the week, as many times as needed.
So last Monday, my new year finally began. I ate better. I exercised. I wrote. I organized. I invested some time in my relationships and my business.
I stumbled a bit at the beginning of this week, but I began — again — today.
And tomorrow I’ll wake up and begin. Again.
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