Daily, I focus on meeting the energy within each day. It means not stepping over a line. It means making use of the energy I have–all of it–or so I thought.
Perhaps, focus misplaced.
It seemed enough not to step over the line, sometimes even watching the line fade. Turns out, I did not know the essence of energy.
It is not drawn day by day but moment by moment. Within the day, the line moves. It is the measure of enough.
I was expending my energy–sucking up whatever was available—because I believed it was not enough. I lived in lack rather than exploring enough.
Each day is its own energy, mine to deplete or not.
To aim for even is to maintain enough so there is neither lack nor surfeit. That is the line in the sand—mine to respect no matter how low the energy goes.
Every single choice requires energy; every ounce of energy moves the line. In any given moment, there are always two choices, exhaust or enhance.
I am little more than an island shoal, some days more sea than sand but still, enough.