When I was dancing there was this moment, this beautiful thing, that would happen that I realise most people wouldn’t know anything about.
It would happen during a performance when the lights were blacked out (in between sections) and you had to enter a pitch-black stage, find your mark (which was usually a tiny glowing dot on a stage full of tiny glowing dots) and take your position so that when the lights and music came on you were ready to dance.
It was an incredible feeling to hit your mark.
Right now, I feel like I’ve had a few days in a row of hitting my mark.
Getting the things done I want to get done in the time frame I want to get them done in. Writing, going to the gym, sewing, meetings, getting to bed, waking up, everything!
I’ve redesigned my weekly schedule to focus my energy a bit more on the things that matter to me. Hitting my mark has partly been about making sure the mark is clear. I think that is why it has been particularly satisfying this week.
It’s not always like this in life. So, I think it is worth celebrating when it happens.
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