A dad wrote out his regrets in one paragraph.
Nothing dramatic in it. He wished he'd taken his kid out more. Or, his words, even just danced and been silly instead of keeping up with the house and catching up on sleep.
Read the two things that won.
Keeping up. Catching up.
That's it. That's what beat dancing in the kitchen. Not something bigger. Two verbs with "up" on the end, the whole vocabulary of a man who believed he was behind.
Behind what. The house was never going to be caught up. Sleep doesn't have a bottom you can reach. Neither one had an end, which is exactly why they could take every evening for years without once being done.
And the silly thing, the dancing, the being ridiculous with a kid on a Tuesday, that one ran out. He just couldn't see it from inside the chores.
You've got two verbs like that. You use them every day to explain why not tonight.
The one thing:
Say the sentence you use. The one that starts with "once I'm caught up."
Then finish it honestly, with the year.
Josh
P.S. I finished my 30-day Ash Journal run on July 30. In public, one page a day, no edits, all thirty.
Five minutes. One prompt. One line of ash. The first seven days are free: truevitalyou.com/journal