Howdy family!
Welcome to day 9 of Blogmas. Per usual, I’m in the bed relaxing while writing today’s post. It’s starting to become somewhat therapetuic to sit down at night and write something to share with the world.
Very 1800’s rich heiress trapped in a castle kind of vibes. Tonight, my goal is to be to sleep before 9:30. That’s only 15 minutes from now so let’s see how much I can write in 10.
Yesterday I mentioned using the rest of these Blogmas posts to be daily check-in for Triple H. While I guess I could do a quick check-in, I much rather just type freehandedly for the next eight minutes.
First, things first, mama gots to handle business = Triple H check-in. Another thing regarding these check-ins, not everyday is going to be something gigantic or even monumental, but daily deposits move the needle. That’s what this is: a daily deposit. I’m building on the compound interest that comes from showing up for yourself daily. This is devotion.
Maybe I’ll write a full blog post about devotion. A part of me feels like I already did. Probably my higher self giving me confirmation. Another thing: what is your “higher” self? Have you ever thought about it? Having an “higher” self means you have a “lower” self, too, right? Well technically yes, but as above so below. That’s how you’re able to align with your HS, which is just the version of you that is aligned to your individual frequency consistently.
There goes that danggone word again. Consistency. What is even that? I thought I couldn’t be consistent with anything. After all, I am meant to pivot drastically, and often, leaving behind messes of half-built projects in my wake.
Three minutes.
But really what I had to realize, after sitting with myself these passed nine days writing on a site I pay to upkeep, is that I can do hard things. I can follow through and I can be consistent – even when it’s uncomfortable. Maybe one day I will write about how comfort will kill you. But that seems hypocritical of me, the same person who asked the doctor mid labor if I could just pause and go home. That’s my thing – I will give up on your ass.
But I can’t give up on myself though. And I can’t give up on the people expecting me to win and show them how I did it. No fans, just family and followers. Not in the Barbs/Stan/IG way, but in the Jesus and his 12 Disciples way.
That’s my time, it’s 9:25.
Until next time,
Cousin Lex
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