I did something right

Hell yes I’m feeling it. I even had a big smile when looking at myself in the mirror this morning when I was about to go outside. 

Just half a day. I did what I was supposed to do for half a day, and look at the relief and self-confidence it brought me. I’m loving it. 

So, what did I do right? Let’s repeat that shit! 

I cleaned my room. I was not in a good mood before that, and quite the direct opposite of a good mood. I was fucked up. That morning I slept in, I checked the phone right in bed after waking up, and did not study a damn thing for the whole day. But slowly and surely, a tidy room started to do its magic. There was only one word: clarity. I could see everything I owned, everything was in order and right where I intended to put it. 

And then, I sat down and started to write. I didn’t have any ideas or unprocessed thoughts in my mind at the time. I just wanted to listen to my thoughts, which I know were the answers. I had an intuition that I always had all the answers within me, so I openned all of my being to seek its wisdom. Then, they came. I was wide awake, and I knew exactly what I need to do. 

I did the next best things. 

I arranged my stuff in order again before bed. I prepared everything I need for the next morning, which accidentally informed me about everything I would want to do when I wake up. So, this morning, I woke up prepared. I knew exactly what to do, and proceeded to do it. Everything went according to plan. 

And look at what a simple act of keeping promises to myself has done for me. So much clarity, so much confidence. I was walking with my chest popping and my shoulders back, my face was lighting up with a smile - all thanks to me keeping the promises to myself. I am happy now because I took the harder path - not the other way around like I used to, and the path rewards me upon every steps I take. This unusual quiet confidence is thanks to the fact that there’s only myself who knows that I did something right - to the finest details, while nobody was watching. So I give myself the respect I deserve. 

And it has just been half a day. Imagine what doing this consistently can do to me. 

This is dope. Let’s try and do it again. I may fail here and there of course, so what? 

So long as I keep trying.