Like many of us, I strive to improve myself. Whether it be in my diet, in my level of physical activity or even in my responses to life’s stresses. I seem to make progress, brag about how far I’ve come. Maybe a few pats on my back when no one’s looking. Then small epiphanies hit me and I recognize a return to habits that I was sure I rose above. Disappointment sets in as I settle into the comfortable routine and I find myself living in a contradiction. Sure I want to be a better me, but life is good with chocolate in my mouth, binge watching a drama or dwelling on my past successes instead of moving forward. If I was more diligent, I’d reach that goal and break the cycle. Is this cycle simply life, or is that my excuse this time around?
Fallen into Comfortable
I promised myself I wouldn't return.
To be honest, I announced it to all parties.
I should have whispered it.
I should have known better.
I should have realized I'd be coming back.
Is it still a pattern if I land in the same situation,
But from a different route?
How is it that I'm comfortable with the routine
yet I feel guilty for falling into it?
I accept that horizons widen minimally, if at all,
in the repetition;
That disruption is an innate reluctance, a risk even.
Contemplating change particularly in recurrence,
Spirals into the circle and so I go around and around.
Here's hoping the round trip gathers wisdom, purpose
with each revolution.
B. Toner November 2025