Persistence

 Each day I make a list, attempt to get through it by the end o the day. My inner9 year old is tired and doesn’t wanna but I keep on.    Not sure why except I feel like my new life is just  under a layer of effort. The value isn’t so much in what the task is but in persisting.    I’ve been polishing copper a lot lately and the the scrubbing and then letting it sit with the polish on and then more scrubbing.  My life feels like every bit of effort to make a new habit, not leave any dishes in the sink, write this journal when I have nothing to say, brings me closer to some deeper essence, revealing something   Not sure what yet.   But each day in this new life, each week, is a chance to scrub deeper reveal some part of me that’s deeper than wanting