Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.   -Viktor E. Frankl

I struggle every day in the short or long of that space.  Do I bend and pick up the dropped object or do the natural inclination of walking around it?  Sometimes, even that is too much.  I just want to sleep.

I am fighting back against inclination and old habits of giving in.  I am here another day to make new grooves of – showing up, of starting and doing of intentions.  What good are words without actions?

I have learned from experience it’s more effective to strike while the iron is hot.  And these dog days of summer are hot.  You wouldn’t think it is a good time to knit a sweater – a mohair one at that.  But why not and when would it be a good time?  I could find no answer to the why or when.  I have started.  The pattern is chosen.  The stitches cast.  Knit one, purl one.  One row is done. The next STARTED.  I’m on my way towards a sweater.  By December or January, I might have a new sweater to wear. How about that? Have you started something today?

Till tomorrow.