This morning marked another day dedicated to my Norwegian practice. Each session adds 5 more minutes of constancy as a layer of familiarity and comfort is slowly solidifying my skills. It’s a rewarding challenge, one that kicks off my other daily rituals.
Later, I immersed myself in scripture as I wake with a warm cup of coffee, finding solace and reflection in the words. The messages resonated deeply, especially as I wrestled with my emotions. Easter Sunday had recently passed, and visiting Aiden’s grave brought back a rush of memories. I found myself overwhelmed, shedding raw tears this morning that felt both cathartic and foreign as I’ve been doing so well in recent months.
I capped off the morning with leg day, focusing on strength. Squatting 405 pounds was a testament to my methodical drips of persistence. Each rep demanded my full attention, serving as a reminder of my capacity to push limits.
Yet, amidst this dedication to my body and spirit, I've set an intention for the coming months. I’ve resolved to manage my nutrition more strictly, aiming to align my weight with my goals before August 2nd. It’s a delicate balance between discipline and self-care, but I’m determined to make it work.
Today’s the day. Renewed and refocused.