I’m Somewhere in the Middle

There’s a part of me that wants to invite complacency. That whispers, 'You’ve done
enough. Just sit here a while. No need to push today' It calls for inertia, 
stagnation, for a decrease in desire and enthusiasm.

But how can that be—when I know I’ve climbed higher than I was before?

I’m somewhere in the middle now, not where I started, but not yet at the top. I’m
partially up the ladder, yet here I am, face-to-face with my old self. The version of
me that creates inertia. The one that plots against my potential, convincing me that
it’s alright to slow down, to let things be, to exist without moving forward.

I see her now. She is not an obstacle, I control her.

This moment is not a setback. It’s not a sign to stop. It’s the exact thing I warned
myself about: the reappearance of the old me. The part that tries to reinsert itself
into my new way of thinking, doing, and becoming.

This moment? It is expected.
This resistance? It is predictable.
And because I see it, I speak to it.

You will not thwart my momentum.
You will not pause my progress.
I call you by name: procrastination, self-doubt, fear, distraction, laziness,
avoidance.
I silence you with my own authority.

I am not just my feelings.
I am not just my circumstances.
I am not bound by old habits.

I stand in my power, the power given to me by my Creator.
I bind the old me. I destroy self-created diversions.
I speak over my mind, my actions, my purpose.

I remind myself: that I can be what I want to be.
I will BE more.
I will BE greater.
I will BECOME.

Because I am not going back.
I am moving forward.
I am in the middle—but I am still climbing.

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