The unregimented life is chaos. Regimentation is slavery. Which of these two opposites should prevail in one’s life?
The past fortnight has seen me struggle with my core 1,000 Big Year and its writing regimen. I haven’t posted because my inner dialogue dried up while I tried to resume discipline after a dream holiday. I have, however, been thinking (a la Rodin’s man) at some more fundamental level than is usual. Nor have I been slack – I just haven’t held as much certainty.
Although I could have berated myself for “failing” aspects of this Big Year – consistently waking up early is a good example – my Big Years have propped me up. They’re daily beacons and the easier ones have maintained my self confidence. Minor big year alternations are underway and I’m almost back on track. I grin.