A few blurry, unremarkable weeks have passed with a singular focus. I have had no pause to reflect since my previous post, and that is indicative of progress. Neither have I entertained much distraction. I have been a Clydesdale, blinkered and solidly set to purpose. One clop in front of the next will get me there eventually.
The trick is to lose perspective.
Perspective has always been my thing, though. I am the guy who gleans hope out of a dark situation. I am the stolid voice of reason. I don't sweat the small stuff. I have a stiff upper lip, and my chin is typically up. But all this staring at the horizon creates a perilous posture for progress.
A myopic view of the world pairs well with an empty stomach, it seems. It prevents the entertainment of questions like "why" and "why not". There is no rationalization, there is the next step. Drudgery allows little discourse, and so disarms the wit of its power to self-sabotage.
So until I have better footing, I shall be hanging my head and soldiering on. The time to regain a wider outlook will come, but today is for toil.
Back to it.
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