Well, I already failed my misogi

One week in and I missed a day of blogging.

And you know what, I really feel okay about it.

I don’t feel like throwing in the towel. I don’t think I, myself, am a failure. I don’t feel like “this was all pointless”. I don’t think, “well I’ll just try again next year”.

I think, “yeah, this was a really big goal considering the season of life I am in”. And I’m just going to keep going. That’s it. There’s no attachment. There’s only acceptance that a) I knew this would be hard and b) I knew I’d keep showing up regardless.

So hey hi hello. I missed writing my blog yesterday. I missed my misogi. AND I am okay.

For me, this is a mountain top moment of reflection on my growth in my mental health and love for myself.

I am so glad that I failed.

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