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The Art of Just Starting
This morning started ordinarily enough. Coffee, then a look at the balcony, overdue for its yearly spring cleanup. I've had years where I cursed myself on the first warm day for not sorting out my only outdoor space sooner. Nothing more annoying than wanting to enjoy the sunshine with nowhere good to sit.
This year I was on time.
Once the balcony was done, I was in a flow. Out came a bucket, a sponge, and half an hour later the windows on the front of the apartment were clear again.
It's funny how you can dread these kinds of chores, yet once you've started, you can't stop. Music on, gaze into infinity, just do the thing. Like a hurdle race where only the first obstacle feels awkward. After that, the rest comes easy. As if you've done nothing else your whole life.
I need a time machine to skip those first few minutes. That would be really helpful.
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