It appeared like a bolt out of the blue.
I was clearing some work when I glanced at my phone.
Ironically, yesterday was the day where I had the least number of teaching periods. I could very well have sustained my winning streak, particularly during my lunch time.
I had chosen to read a book titled “Success Built to Last” then. Recently, I wanted to input greater intervals between my screen time and engagement with my physical environment. Digital addiction is real, and I want to stop sliding down the slippery slope.
But I think a bigger reason for me not posting/commenting could be attributed to the saying “Pride comes before a fall”. I have grown used to having my cowboy hat around; therefore, I erroneously thought that it would always be there for me, waiting for me to give it some love.
The intensity of my hunger has abated. My drive has diminished.
Because I let my guard down, I lost 🤠.
Honestly speaking, the loss didn’t hurt me as hard as I assumed it would. I don’t want to trivalise the cowboy hat as a silly little gimmick from SN. After all, I have attributed meaning to it, associating it with my ability to be committed to something.
But in the grand scheme of things, it’s okay because I learnt an important lesson from this. When I stick to something for the long time, I got to think about how to maintain my drive at peak tenacious levels. To distill my feelings to those of joy when seeing cherry blossoms 🌸 bloom for the first time. To keep these feelings fresh even though they are by nature ephemeral.
Sending some happy sats to @Scoresby because misery loves company!