Time is time

I’ve resorted to writing at night these days and to be frank, I hate it. I mean I like that I’m remaining stalwart to do it. I just feel like it’s subpar both in the content as well as in the relief it sometimes gives me. Just 5 mins ago I was going to go to bed. Now I am in bed. Thinking that time is time. I’ve got it. So I should use it. 

How many times in life do we say “I don’t have the time.”?  Once a week? Twice a day?  Multiple times a day?  It’s a lie. 

I used to tell people trying to start  out to exercise that they had 20-30 mins and probably more like an hour every day. We shit away more time than a nervous goose, even on our best days. 

What it takes is discipline. I say that as a person who lacks it so don’t get all grumpy pants on me. If you want to do something badly enough. You will always find the time. 

For a time. I was taking my early morning workout time to write. Unfortunately, I love the quiet dark mornings to both write and train. So it’s a back and forth.   I’m better at both things in the morning, but shit, I already get up between 4-5:30 every day. What am I gonna do? Get up at 3:00?  Even I have limits to my stupidity. 

We both know we have the time. It’s about taking it, and wasting less. It’s about a little less sleep on the front or the back of the day. It’s about being okay if the time and activity don’t line up how you’d like.  To be able to trumps to not. 

And finally, quit leaving the things that are important to chance. Plan your day around the fact that they are critical for you and the rest will fall in place. 

Now good night. 4:30 comes in a blink. 

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