Streakers, sick days
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Hello there!
I was going to write a foolsletter today but there was an issue.
This is an emergency post of the remarkable fools society.
It was going to start with a pun. The pun may have been a dad joke or a ‘groaner’. Either way, it would have been an eye roller. After that I would likely have shared a personal story.
Then?
You’d encounter a punctuation mistake or grammatical error that looks like it’s there almost on purpose. It would be clunky and make things more difficult to read, but you’d soldier on determined to find out the point of all of this.
Then?
I’d attempt to make the story sort of universal with some sort of reversal that ideally would be provocative and inspiring.
Instead?
I’m sick today.
(throwing up is NOT FUN)
But calling in sick to the foolsletter seems impossible to me. I’ve sent these now for 992 days in a row if you count today.
That’s a hell of a streak.
Streaks are great.
The longer they go, the more difficult they are to break.
What streaks are you on right meow?
How does consistency make stopping something far less likely for you?
When is this positive?
When is it not so much positive?
Streakers, sick days
My favourite consistency is breathing. Been doing that for over half a century.
When I am disappointed in my accomplishments for the day, I remember that I did the one really important thing. I breathed through it and I get another chance to play tomorrow.
Each day is a new start and I start it with a big inhale of gratitude. Time to play.
huzzah streaks!