I set the distractions down, I see how easily I bargain with myself for just five minutes, just one more check while the real work waits patiently like it always does,
I set the distractions down, I notice I reach for noise when I’m afraid of the quiet truth that I’m the one responsible for moving my life forward,
I set the distractions down, I admit sometimes I hide inside little errands because they make me feel productive without making me feel vulnerable,
I set the distractions down, do I really want this future if I keep refusing the discomfort of each beginning,
I set the distractions down, turn my face back to the task, and choose to remain…
I quiet the inner theater, I catch my mind trying to turn every difficulty into a personal tragedy, as if suffering is proof that I’m trying hard enough,
I quiet the inner theater, noticing how vanity whispers that I should be exceptional at once, and if I’m not, then perhaps I should disappear instead of being seen learning,
I quiet the inner theater, I admit I sometimes cling to complaint because it gives me a reason to pause, and pausing feels safer than risking disappointment,
I quiet the inner theater, why do I keep feeding drama when what I really need is devotion to the smallest step necessary,
I quiet the inner theater, I let the work be plain and I let myself be just human…
Hold to clean intention, I approach the task as if it might be my last chance to do it with care, not with panic, not with perfection, just with deep sincerity,
Hold to clean intention, I feel how much peace appears when I stop adding extra opinions about myself on top of the deep work,
Hold to clean intention, I admit I can be harsh when I’m afraid—like if I beat myself first, then life can’t beat me worse,
Hold to clean intention, can I be firm in my focus and still be kind in my quiet self-talk,
Hold to clean intention, I keep my attention steady and my heart unbroken…
Build the momentum, I remember how the first push always feels heavy, like I’m moving a wheel that has been still for too long,
Build the momentum, I notice how fear shows up as tiredness, as doubt, as a sudden need to reorganize everything, because fear hates a clean start,
Build the momentum, I admit I have waited for motivation like it was a blessing that would arrive and save me from the needed effort,
Build the momentum, am I willing to push through the first rough minutes until motion becomes its own kind of help,
I build the momentum, turning it patiently until the work begins to carry me forward on its own…
Watchwords:
Drop the distractions and stay with it
Stop the inner theater, choose devotion
Hold to clean intention, be firm and kind
Build the momentum, push through first minutes
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
