Or just 30 minutes. It seems as long sometimes.
When I’m half asleep and don’t have words.
When I’d rather just Instagram a photo of me writing than actually write.
When I’ve left the warmth of a comfortable bed for a cold
hard chair at the table.
When I lace up my running shoes and pretend to be a
runner.
When my neighborhood is more incline than I realized.
They say many things about time.
It goes by faster than you think. It’s on your side. Time
flies.
Dedication sucks. Until it doesn’t.
Until it really does feel like time has flown by. Like time
is on your side.
When you look back and realize how far you have come.
When you see that where you are right now would never
have happened
without those 30 minutes.
“In just 30 minutes a day, you can change your life
forever!”
Infomercial magic.
What if it’s true?
What would happen if you dedicated 30 minutes a day to
something? Anything.
30 minutes doesn’t seem very long. If it doesn’t work,
nothing is wasted,
30 minutes compounded over time is a mountain. Substantial.
The minutes turn into days and nights. Weeks and months.
Years.
A life time.
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