At the beginning of the year I had an aim. To do what I wanted to do. To make my dreams happen. And I did. And the nights raged with fire. I was alone with the Gods. And it was beautiful. It was perfect. It was good.
However, triggering what I wanted to do was still a problem.
Sure, I could set goals, and sometimes eventually hit them, but that wasn't the problem.
The problem is the huge gap in who I am.
I did what I wanted. Perfect.
For a second.
Now I want more.
To be who I wanted. Consistently.
And without the pain of the shift.
The only way I figure that is to have more energy.
The only way I do that is with a new routine.
A ritualistic script, if you will...
I have had them before
And lost them
What makes this time so different