I’ve had a beard for over 6 years now.
Sometimes I get frustrated with trying to keep it neat and tidy, and I threaten to shave it off, because surely it’s easier and faster to shave my whole face than it is to faff-around trying to keep my beard neat, tidy and level ?
Then a month ago I really did shave it off, and very quickly remembered how I hate shaving every day, and how characterless my face looks without it.
Within a week, my beardless experiment was over, and I now don’t mind keeping it neat and tidy at all.
Every now and then I think about stopping my meditation, reading, walking and journaling, and enjoying the freedom that the extra couple of hours a day would bring, and sometimes I think about how much easier my life would be if I aimed a little lower with my goals, and stayed inside my comfort zone
And then I remember how much I prefer the me that those habits have built, and the me I will need to become to achieve my goals, and suddenly I don’t mind doing the work at all…