Blog 5 : The Art of Showing Up Fully

 

The Disconnect Between Intention & Execution

I’m realizing that the day I write my blog and the day I submit it should not be the same. Throughout the week, I have these deep, soul-shaking revelations. My thoughts feel poetic, my realizations profound—but then Friday arrives, and I’m blank. Or irritable. Or emotionally haywire.

I don’t like this.

I don’t like how I’m showing up in this creative space. It feels rushed, like I’m forcing the magic instead of nurturing it. And maybe that’s the real lesson here—not just in writing but in life.

Rushing Through Excellence

How often do we set our minds on something, only to rush through it just to say we did it?

We tell ourselves we’re working toward greatness, but if we’re honest, we’re not fully present in the process. We show up halfway, give a “good enough” performance, and then wonder why we feel mediocre.

The truth? We can’t expect extraordinary results from basic effort. Excellence requires patience, refinement, and devotion. It means committing to the work before it’s due, not just scrambling to complete it because a deadline looms.

The Gym, The Vice & The Recommitment

Even outside of writing, I’ve been seeing this pattern in my life. New Year, new me? Yeah, that lasted a month.

I started the year with discipline. Gym sessions were sacred, my body felt strong, and I was in tune with myself. But then? I crashed.

My cravings took over. I wanted to eat everything in sight. My emotions were erratic. My body ached. I slipped back into my old vices—the comfort foods, the lack of movement, the mindless indulgences. And for a while, I let it be.

But this week? Something shifted.

I feel positive again. I feel ready to recommit. Not from a place of guilt, but from a place of intention. Because I deserve to show up for myself—not just in moments of inspiration but in moments of discipline.

Choosing To Be Fully Present

So, I’m changing my approach. I’m giving myself space to create without the pressure of a ticking clock. I’m reclaiming excellence in my work, my body, and my commitments.

I will no longer rush.
I will no longer settle.
I will no longer half-show up.

Instead, I will be fully present. Because I owe that to myself.

Regards 
Lover girl 

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