Yesterday was lame. I said that part of the reason was accidie, the noonday demon. It’s hard to decide if any of this matters. But it’s also partly time. Today is a thousand days. The mathematics is a little wonky, but hear me out:
- Year 1 was 366 days.
- Year 2 was 366 days; that’s 732 days.
- Year 3 has been 263 days so far; that’s 995 days.
- There was a miscount (or five) in year 2, where I doubled up on days; that’s 1000 days.
A thousand days. I feel like I should put on a party hat or something, and run wild in the streets. I won’t. Instead of feeling like celebrating, I feel like my practice has become attenuated and thin, stretched out a bit too long. In a little bit more than 103 days I’ll be ending my third year.
I don’t know what else to say about this. I had twenty minutes of tai chi practice. It wasn’t terrible, it wasn’t great, it was a middle-of-the-road sort of day. And now, there’s a regular day of work to be had. That’s the nature of a daily practice, though. Even on a big milestone day, you do your practice and you move on to what comes next.