On Keep Coming Back

Like everyone else, I go through periods of disenchantment and reenchantment. I’ve fully realized this year how inescapable ebbs and flows are, how the only thing that matters in the end is that you keep coming back. Some things I’ve loved for a long time: reading, writing, designing & building shit, working out. With every single one I go through months, sometimes even years, when I’m just not feeling so in love. Because the long slog of it is so hard. Because sometimes you’re feverish, manic, inspired, and other times you’re depressed. Because you always want to improve and sometimes you feel so stuck and you’re convinced there’s no light at the end of the tunnel. But it literally doesn’t matter as long as you keep coming back.

Like my dumb blog, for instance. Which I’ve been writing on for over 4 years on and off (damn I just realised that long? really?). Or my work, which I’ve been doing for almost as long. In 2023 I picked up some personal projects and I’ve still not put them down. And I work on them and I contemplate them and they torture me. But you know what I realized this month? 99th percentile is just showing up and coming back to things. It sucks sometimes, but it’s also the only path to salvation.

Just keep coming back to things.