That’s better. It’s nice to cycle back into regular practice and feel like one has given the work its appropriate attention after an absence.
But there’s also this elegant discovery: the work, the daily practice, isn’t a sprint. It isn’t a marathon either. It’s none of those contest-based metaphors at all. It’s just what. You. Do.
Some people garden. Others jog. Others make macramé. Whatever. This is just what I do, and that’s it. It’s not a fight nor a contest. There’s no reward and no punishment for doing or not doing, and there’s no success nor failure. Does there need to be more than that?
No. Not really.