The smallest thing can set you back.
My dry-erase marker dried out.
I use it to write down and cross out my goals for the week.
I have other colors, but they symbolize other things.
Black is for getting shit done: my beloved x’s and check marks.
When blackie died, my motivation went with it.
It’s been 2 weeks.
2 weeks of drifting without stated goals.
Because of a pen.
(Or at least that’s what I tell myself.)
Yesterday, I went to the bookstore and bought a new one.
$1.29.
Just over a buck to buy out my excuses and get back to work.
We often let the smallest thing derail us, like a pebble on a train track.
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With a quick errand, my checkmarks are back.
And the joy of a fully-inked marker.
Rejoice.
Blackeisha is in the house.