Just some pyschological musings tonight... having completed the first day of a workout, I'm feeling very proud of myself (even as my abs are still spasming). I find myself wondering, why is it that the feeling of pride I get on the first day isn't enough to motivate me on the third? Why is it that I'm so happy when my place is finally clean, but never quite happy enough to keep it clean? How I can I look at myself in the mirror and be pleased one day and disgusted the next?
Human nature, I suppose. These ramblings are tumbling over each other in my head and I think I really ought to just go to sleep and forget about them. But they're there, all the same.
Why is pride in oneself and one's work never enough to propel one in a forwardly direction?
I'll just keep swimming down, down, down. There's no point in trying to reach dry ground, I'm drowned.
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