Friday follows Thursday.
We follow this habit.
The week loops, again, familiar but never identical.
Repetition isn’t punishment; it’s the reward, it’s rehearsal for doing life better.
We name it with a sigh, sometimes with relief.
The calendar turns as if it knows what comes next.
Maybe it does.
Yes, groan, groan ~ it’s Friday. Again.
Days repeat because we do.
Our habits trace circles around intention.
We pretend it’s routine, but really, it’s practice disguised as monotony. The rhythm can trap us or teach us, depending on how awake we are inside it.
Nothing changes unless we do the same things differently.
That’s the paradox, again.
It looks the same until you notice your hands know more, your patience lasts longer, and our focus sharpens by a millimetre.
Again is not a failure.
It’s the sound of progress whispering, again.
This week, while working at my desk, I was also online, ‘attending’ three days of Salesforce’s AI conference, Dreamforce.
Learned plenty.
Understood a little, a little bit more than last year, again.
This pattern is both frustrating and familiar.
Absorb more than I can hold, wait for it to settle, trust that some of it will matter later.
Learning is another kind of again.
My second ah-ha, a revelation of this week, arrived yesterday.
A miracle of sorts, a glimpse inside the maze of bureaucracy. One government call-centre agent listened, owned the issue, and solved it. Real competence, human voice, empathy intact. Rare enough to feel miraculous. I’ll find a way to tell her boss.
The rest of today will be work, again. And again.
That’s fine. Each loop teaches something. Repetition is how we grow muscle, patience, or meaning.
The next version of yesterday began already, earlier today, just like always - before we got up, which guarantees I’ll be feeling like I’m scrambling from behind all day. But, it’s time to get up now …
Again means we still get to try.
