After I got up this morning, I wandered around the house for a bit before I settled into morning routines. It’s as though I was looking for something, but didn’t know what I was looking for. Eventually I found it. Tai chi. Oh, right, I’m supposed to do this in the morning.

Sometimes the hardest thing is starting in the morning. No, let me revise that. Starting is the hardest thing. The work, by itself, is easy. Once begun, it has a rhythm and a flow to it which is unstoppable. But getting started? That’s the rub. It always has been, and I suspect that it always I’ll be. So? Get started. Overcome that obstacle and all the rest flows, as it should, as it must be.

Once started, it’s easier to keep going.