“And the music don’t feel like it did.” – The xx, Teardrops

Yoga became a thing I like to go do.

bought some gear to supplement my one piece of yoga crap (my mat). Guess that means I’m going back next week.

— Jason Toney (@misterjt) September 1, 2013

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I might like a lazy Saturday but I love an active weekend.

I’m not too old to go to shows (though I do appreciate when they end before 11). 

Certain relationships manifest beautiful serendipities.

For my sister, it’s all happening.

Most of us aren’t Emily Bear.

And, by that, I mean that discipline and unrepentant passion for something isn’t intrinsic for most of us. It clearly isn’t for me. At the age of 12, Bear has composed 350 pieces of music and released six albums. Even though I enjoy both immensely, I have to remind myself to read books and write something on a daily basis. I’m not called to it. I’m not called to anything, really. I’m interested in many a thing but I’m passionate, truly passionate, about little.

That’s not true. I’m passionate about always getting better. I’m passionate about doing the right thing. I’m ardent about encouraging people to aim high and go for it. It doesn’t matter what the “it” is.

I have notions of how to make me better and I have made commitments to myself to do those things in a consistent fashion. I stumbled a bit with some of them in September. I’m not Emily Bear or those like her for whom, it seems, can’t get enough of doing the things that make them great and bring them joy. I’ve got to remind myself these things are worth doing.

The rewards are rich when I’m not a victim of the inertia of the couch and the tv and my internal dialogue.

And that’s what I want to remember about this September.