Sparkling sidewalks paved the way for my walk today. The frost provided a fitting celebratory adornment.
Today marks the one year anniversary of my date with walking.
For the first 90 days, I walked every day. Since then, I have missed very few. I don’t think I’d need to go beyond my 10 fingers to count them.
This does a lot for self trust.
What would it mean if one year from now you could say you kept a promise to yourself? What if you picked one small but important something, and honored it and yourself enough to make a promise.
And a year later, found you had kept it?
How would that change the story of your capabilities? What you deserve? Your ability to trust?
What does it mean if you read this and are convinced you could never?
I believe you could.
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