My Brother Was Cooking Breakfast

I'm staying at my parents' house for a few days - different city, different rhythm. The routine of the past few weeks dissolved somewhere on the flight over.

The plan I brought with me assumed quiet mornings, best conditions.

The week had other ideas. This morning I woke to my brother cooking breakfast for us all. There were jobs for us to do around the house. Relatives to visit and a birthday to celebrate.

I have a commitment to publish today. That commitment predates the travel, predates the disruption. It just is.

There's a cycle I'm starting to believe in. If you think the work is worth protecting, you protect it. The act of protecting it makes it worth protecting. The loop tightens with each pass.

This post is proof of that loop.

It doesn't have to be the best thing I've written. The rhythm is what counts. Consistency is the work.