My thirty minutes counts-

"I want to do better."

I've been saying that for weeks now. Months-

Last night I told myself, "Self. We are waking up an hour earlier than normal. I want to walk the dogs before I make my coffee."

I said I was going to go to bed early too- but by the time I looked at the clock, it was after one this morning.

I sank my head down low and poured myself into bed, later than I ever meant to. It's so funny how that seems to happen- The minute I get out of bed, I long to get right back into it..

but then night time comes along and sleep is the farthest thing from my mind.

I get manic- I get busy- I get over stimulated.

By the time I turn off the lights, I'm nothing more than a puddle of left over energy- and my feet hurt.

I set my alarm and I went to bed with the best of intentions.

This morning, I canceled the sound of the wake up call faster than I could roll over.

All my good intentions were gone and I was exhausted.

But I managed to get up thirty minutes early.

Thirty minutes early is still "early".

I am sitting here telling you- my thirty minutes counts.

I'm sitting here telling myself-

That extra thirty minutes counted.

I got up, I brushed my teeth and off for a walk we went.

and I broke a sweat.

Not only did those extra thirty minutes make a major difference in jump starting my day- but I got the exercise I wanted-

and for the first time in months-

I broke a pattern.

and guess what?

I'm going to do it again tomorrow, too.

Every single day, we are faced with something new.

A new diversity, a new challenge- a new victory.

And every single day- we grow.

80% of the success is showing up-

The willingness to show up changes us. It makes us a little braver each time.

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