The Art of Showing Up

I don’t want to write.
I don’t want to write.
I don’t want to write.
I don’t want to write.
I don’t want to write.

I have a headache.
The blue light from my computer is probably the culprit—not failing vision, thankfully.
It’s been a long workday.

But here I am. Writing anyway.
Not because I have something profound to say, but because I show up—especially when I’d rather not.

I need to show up for my health, too. Starting tomorrow: I’ll make my water kefir. I’ll drink more water. I’ll do 20 pushups and knock out 100 sit-ups.
Not too much. Just enough.

I fear malaise. I fear slipping into unaccountability.
Even if it’s not much, it’s something.
And sometimes, something is everything.

Love,
Jaclynn