I wake up early on weekends, and sometimes I get up. I deliberately set my alarm for about 9 am. My intention is to be productive: paint something new, or catch up on an unfinished canvas.

A lot of time has gone by, more than I would have liked. I could keep beating myself up over that or I could just accept that it's like that sometimes. You wake up with intentions, things don't go as planned, you reset for the next day, the next week, etc. and things still don't quite happen. It just it what is and I tell myself it's ok.

It's ok to accept uncertainty and still plan for the future. It's ok to fall a few steps back and then figure out how to begin again. Even though I don't always want to get started, or make even the slightest effort, I still need to try.

My momentum may be slow at first. I know myself well. Once I get started, things start to become a bit easier, my ideas come through, I break the passed the barrier I know I've created for myself.