Keeping on.

Right?

Particularly in those moments when we don’t want to. When we’d rather do anything but show up.

Kind of like … oh, today. Where I keep stopping. Not wanting to start again. Where I feel tired and achy and justified in my not wanting to work, to write, to yoga. Hell, to anything.

You have no idea how much, at times, I want anything but to show my ass up here. The struggle I go through, even to type something I don’t find all that terribly significant or great.

But show up is exactly what I do. For me. For us. For each other.

I have to. It’s a commitment I’ve made to myself, that you inevitably, have become a part of, too.  And I do not mean this in a holier than thou committed kind of way. Nothing is more annoying. Because there’s plenty of shit I bail on all the time.

This is just something I feel moved to do on some bigger level … for me. And I feel like you support me in this … all these people I don’t even know, supporting me. How amazing is that? Thank you.

So see, the least I can do is show up here and keep on … that’s how we roll, right? Just keep going, keep moving … all things will pass and there will be lots of good thrown in along the way.

And candy. Can’t ever forget about the candy.