I frequently get down on myself that I’m not writing enough or working out enough or… doing anything enough. I suspect most of you know the feeling.
Earlier this year, when I was still at my last company, I felt like I was missing kung fu all the time. I didn’t feel like a good student. My school keeps track of attendance, and near a span of missed classes I had written, “I’m so lame!” Why on earth did I think that was necessary or even remotely a good idea?
Last week I took the time to actually count the checkmarks on my sheet and got a pleasant suprise: I’ve attended over 100 kung fu classes and over 30 tai chi classes so far this year.
It’s easy to lose track of the big picture when we’re mired in the individual pixels. I write a few paragraphs a day, or even just a few sentences, and it does actually add up. I go to class once, twice, or three times a week, and over time, I do actually improve.
All that time I spend beating myself up for not doing more? That’s the wasted effort. At the end of the year, that’s the time I wish I could have back.
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