Consistency

Keeping at journalling every night, disciplining myself enough that I ensure I drive everyday while my dad is on holiday, making the effort to do push-ups every morning, that kind of consistency is appreciated. The mind thinks of it as a ritual, as a routine, and is resistant, but I find that what the mind thinks (which is usually associated with pain and whining) can become the reality if indulged, but if what the mind thinks is let be and not paid heed yet the discipline is maintained, the activity is more easily enmeshed into the fibre of the day. The smallness of the activity is also key, I think. I haven't introduced huge habits to myself. I started out small with each, and then built up as the habits became more ingrained. Now, I no longer feel, for example, annoyed or apprehensive about driving, since I've done it consistently enough that I feel experienced.

This is the tenth day, the tenth write, and I have been writing and focusing for the past few hours so that I'm now too tired to consider writing something intense, or thought-out metaphoric, so as with yesterday, I simply wanted to continue, and maintain my consistency. I wrote more than I thought I would.