A break

A break:

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A break.

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I took a break.

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Needed it.

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Stopped writing for a while.

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Kept the journal writing.

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But not the blogs.

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Hadn’t felt like I needed to.

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Instead, focused on figuring out other parts of my life in the last few months.

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Remember, it’s relative for me.

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Have I still written a bit the last few months?

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Absolutely.

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More than the average person.

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But I’ve dropped off from what I normally do.

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Significantly.

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Same with reading.

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Not as up to speed this year.

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But that’s ok.

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I channeled my energy elsewhere.

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Did a lot of things.

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Published a new post every day on Substack.

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That was my number 1 goal.

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On track to complete it.

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Got my first deal done at work.

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Led another one.

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Potentially have one more to come.

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Been one of the most productive members of my company.

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The results speak for themselves.

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Traveled 50k miles.

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7 different countries.

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5 weddings.

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Lots of golf.

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Sold some books.

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Spoke on some podcasts.

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Launched a second one.

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Published a few hundred episodes on my original one.

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Bought a ticket for the Ironman.

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Started training for it.

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Finished a scuba course.

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Doing my first dives by the end of the year.

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That’s a busy year.

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Did a lot.

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Had fun.

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Was present.

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Lots of parties.

Lots of movies.

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Lots of time to reflect.

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So it’s ok that I took a break.

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It wasn’t a waste.

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It wasn’t all for nothing.

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Life happens in seasons.

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Sometimes in a year.

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Sometimes in a decade.

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Sometimes across your whole life.

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You’re not going to be in summer all the time.

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Sometimes it’s gonna be winter.

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And other times it’s going to be the transition times.

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Savour those.

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Enjoy them.

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Then come back to what you want.

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Once you’ve instituted a habit so much, it can never go away from you.

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You’ll have to come back to it.

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Happened with me with Bollywood dancing.

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Did it as a kid for a decade.

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Stopped when I went into uni.

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Lost it.

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Forgot about it.

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Didn’t think I would do it again.

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A decade later, picked it back up.

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Choreographed 2 dances now, including one earlier this year.

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It’ll come back.

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The seasons.

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That’s what writing is and will be.

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Sometimes I’ll be on top of things.

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Like when I wrote 500 blog posts in a year.

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Feeling that may happen again next year.

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But the last little while, I didn’t.

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Wasn’t interested.

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Didn’t want to force it.

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I’m happy I did.

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I needed a break.

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Time for myself.

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Rest.

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Now it's time to get back.

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Relaxed and ready to go.

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Sometimes you just need a break.

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