Most people showcase the end result of their hard work and dedication. Some detail their humble beginnings and how it paved the way to their today. Rarely does someone talk about the in between. Honestly, I don’t blame them.
The days start blurring into each other. Most of them looking exactly the same. Success is usually reached through repetitive actions and those actions can get boring. I’m bored right now as I’m writing this. I’ve gotten into somewhat of a routine, I’m still refining it, yet I’m already experiencing this feeling of a lackluster life.
The goal is to not have a lackluster life, but sometimes that’s the chapter or chapters you’re in. It doesn’t feel like it, but I know deep down that they are just as important as the gritty beginning chapters and the phenomenal ending chapter I’m working towards.
Life is a series of choices. I trust that choosing the same ones that I know will grow me, stretch me and move me will get me to my next best chapter.
