Over and over again, in many different ways, I realise the joy of consistency.
At one point, habits one wanted to inculcate, never really developed, excuses came in the way. All believable, justifiable…
Then, one day, things fell in place. My desire to paint a sketch a day, became a habit that intrenched itself seamlessly into my routine. I would get up early or work late, or draw in waiting rooms or lounges, but I never made any excuse.
I realise the many levels of bliss that open up when the eyes start seeing things in New ways and the hands understand the minds subtle orders of seamless coordination.
There is no time for procrastination, one is too busy doing things that one deeply enjoys and has made time for… 😊