As I stared painfully at my personal screen time data, I realized it was long past time to go further in the process of taking back control of my attention. The phone had been given too much control.
Who or what do you need to make time for today? Yourself? Someone else? Is there a call you’ve been putting off? Make the time. Just do it.
An excellent dinner with my son was made better by a man we may never see again. And my son understands better today why his mother and I enjoy engaging with people we’ve never met.
“You’re fooling yourself, Jeff. You always know what the right thing to do is, you just choose not to do it. And I believe this is true for everyone. You can’t correct the past. Just do the next right thing.”
Every time I allowed myself to think I had arrived, I hadn’t. Every time I called myself a failure, I wasn’t. Every moment – each high and each low – was simply a step on the path to this moment. Period.
A little over 3 years ago I wrote a post titled, Choose Harder Things. Going to the gym had become “too easy.” I was just showing up. I would do the minimal workout that would allow me to say that I had worked out that day. I was being consistent, but I wasn’t being consistently intense. Writing felt that was to me this morning.