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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