I find daily practice tedious. Really, I do. Even with a morning ritual, I would rather have daily variety than a predictable plan.
An unpredictable day lifts me from monotonous self-talk. Instead of the self-same stories, I can create detached fables in my head. This protagonist is confident, capable, able to adjust and flex my muscles into any new challenge. I can surprise myself. With new context, I am awed like a newborn. It’s a joy to be different, just different.
In contrast, day by day progress is a slow measure; an increment here, a millimeter there and then a few subtractions just to rub it in.
It’s the reason I need my daily practice.
C) Marika Reinke – Adventures in Art with Heart, Humor and Spirit.