Everyday, Anyways

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The other day… something wild happened!!

It was something gentle but profound.

I went 2 full days without reading my book!

I know—that might not sound wild to you. But if you know me… you know how rare that is.

This didn’t happen by design. It wasn’t some rebellious act of resistance.

It was just… Life.

Travel. Meetings. A full head. And in that quiet noticing, I felt a twinge: “Why didn’t I read?”

Then I softened.

Because I remembered: I don’t read to check a box.

I read to transform. To slow. To feel. To let the book pour into me.

Like I mentioned, for those who know me well—I am a reader.

And those same folks... also know that it didn't always used to Be one.

Nowadays... I tend to read 1 or 2 books a month, but always in a way that requires me to slow down.

To linger.

And throughout the development of my reading journey... I've noticed how I used to be the person who needed every ritual in its slot.

Read at 8:30. Journal after. Meditate before. No exceptions.

That rigidity built a "subconscious" structure: if you miss, you fall. If the order changes, you’re off track.

But yesterday made me see it differently.

Because I missed.

No reading in the morning. No shift. No alarm.

But today? I did read.

Without the noise in my head. Without guilt.

Why?

Because the ritual became part of who I am. Not something I cling to. Something I am.

Yes, early on, structure may give you a frame. A container when you’re forming identity. But that container is never meant to cage you.

Therefore, I would Love to offer you something:

• What if missing is just part of rhythm?

• What if the grace is in return?

• What if the identity is stronger than the absence?

Here’s what I’ve noticed when the ritual becomes identity:

• No chasing guilt. You don’t berate yourself for missing. You return.

• Order doesn’t own you. You don’t need the “right order” when the system lives within you.

• Ritual as access, not addiction. The ritual opens you. It doesn’t define your worth.

• Presence over performance. If you journal 10 pages one day, 2 pages another—still your practice.

• Continuity over perfection. The thread matters more than the perfect stitch.

So for you reading this now, here’s an invitation:

Think about a ritual you’ve held tightly—reading, journaling, meditating, creating.

Notice the tension: the days you missed. The shame. The “I shouldn’t have.”

Now imagine… that ritual becoming identity.

• That you are the reader—regardless of the number of pages.

• That you are the journaler—regardless of how long or short.

• That you are the meditator—even on days when silence feels impossible.

And then, when you miss—pause. Breathe. Return.

Don’t see absence as failure—see it as space.

A dip in the wave if you will, not the end of the ocean.

Because the deeper shift isn’t in never missing. It’s in knowing that missing is no threat to who you are.

I won’t pretend knowing this is always easy.

The mind will whisper:

• "You’re falling off.”

• “You’re lazy.”

• “You’re not serious.”

But every time you come back, you strengthen the muscle of return.

You teach your nervous system: rhythm is stronger than fear.

That your identity is wider than your gaps.

That your BEING is not tied to every single day—but to the arc of your days.

So if you missed reading yesterday—fine.

If you skip journaling tomorrow—fine.

If you meditate later in the day instead—fine.

Because when the ritual lives in your bones, the next day comes anyway.

And with it, the breath, the page, the silence, the reflection.

You read because you are a reader. You journal because you are a journaler. You slow down because your Life is meant to be lived in depth.

Not by fear of missing. But by freedom of return.

Thanks for reading.

Much Love,

Julian

PS. What ritual feels heavy for you now—because of guilt or fear of missing? Reply. Name it. Let’s see it together.