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This is My Love Letter to Consistency
If you can show up, take heart, it might be enough.
I swear.
Sometimes it seems as if your subconscious, your sensory memory, and your monkey mind had a meeting.
They decided to vet you. To ask if you are serious about your mission. Meanwhile, you are fresh out of concern.
You are going to play the guitar, and that’s all.
You decide to sing out as well, play the chord you know, and not rue the one you don’t know. If you are found wanting, so be it. At least you were found.
Days pass. Weeks follow.
Then the parts of you that met, the parts that define you, reach an agreement. You mean it. Your cause is — it exists.
They conspire to grant you their blessing.
Momentum leads to moments of grace
Their mitzvah is why you show up for your goals long enough to matter.
It transforms what was once a stingy taskmaster, or a chore, into a stringed instrument of personal revelation.
Barre chords that were palm aching failures are now unlocked and effortless. The once nasty ring notes caused by imperfect fingering sound like music.
