Yesterday you were a machine and it felt good. You didn’t ask permission from your fragile emotional makeup, you just did what you had to and it felt bad and then it started to feel good. You struggle to build speed against the resistance of the day, but with each step, it hurts less until you are running. And you realise that the work isn’t getting easier, you are getting stronger. You are building up speed on a slip road, and when you’re shooting fast enough that you no longer notice, you’re ready to merge into the lanes of the flow state. This is the highway that really takes you places, blasts you further than the distracted surface roads of the day ever could. Your movements become elegant and the effort becomes fuel for the engine. Speed isn’t really even in your consideration anymore, the way rich people don’t worry about money. The struggle to start isn’t forgotten but sucked up into the equation with the pain extracted and the rising pattern reinforced. You know you’ll feel it again tomorrow and it will shred you to start, but right now you could lift that initial starting responsibility with your little finger. You remember the pain now, and when you face it again you will remember the beauty of internal accomplishment that sings within the strength you have summoned and embodied on a day that started painful like today.
Quit Vision 