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Back to the craft.
Back to building up.
Back to practicing. Back to mastering. Back to focusing.
Back to being deliberate with your actions and behaviors.
Back to what you said you were going to do.
Back to the thing you’re not as good as you could be at.
Back to your commitment.
Back to not being so serious, to laughing and enjoying your laugh.
Back to crying when you need to cry.
Back to being genuinely curious about other people’s lives and how they see it.
Back to wondering where we as humans came from and where we’re all going.
Back to asking the grandparents how it used to be.
Back to calling friends for no reason other than that you’re friends.
Back to putting your feet on the ground without anything in between.
Back to stretching, drawing, and making games of everything.
Back to doing math the hard way just to see if you’ve still got it.
Back to loving your loved ones.
Back to hearing your body out and listening to it.
Back to drinking water, lots of water.
Back to being secretly happy when it rains.
Back to holding your arm out of the window on drives.
Back to watching out for cracks in the sidewalk.
Back to getting to bed before reaching exhaustion.
Back to trusting yourself. Back to looking everyone in the eyes. Back to smiling simply because it feels good to.
Back to complimenting people when your judgment casts a good spell.
Back to being proud of yourself. Back to exploring for the sake of discovery. Back to living into who you already are.
Back to giving time, time. Back to taking deep breaths. Back to being excited for the silliest of things.
Back to your prior commitments.
Back to making decisions based on values, principles, and intuition. Back to craving serendipity. Back to placing mind above matter. (Back to slyly loving matter too.) Back to impressing your 6-year-old self.
Back to that less shiny thing, that thing holding so much of your previous time, energy, and love.
Back to getting back to it.
