Every day

I remember a scene from BoJack Horseman, when BoJack decides to start running. He climbs a hill, nearly faints, and another runner passing by, stops and tells him:

“It gets easier. Every day, it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day. That’s the hard part. But it does get easier.”

I think that line stuck with me because it reframes consistency. Instead of sounding like discipline which carries something forced (even punishment), it speaks to ritual and to devotion.

A ritual isn’t just repetition. It’s an act of meaning, something you return to not because you must, but because choosing it again and again gives it weight. It becomes both an expression of self-love and a way of belonging to something greater than yourself.

Doing something every day is less about grinding forward and more about sitting with yourself through a process, even when it feels stagnant, even when you can’t see the progress yet. That’s where the devotion lies, trusting that change is happening beneath the surface.

Growth is often invisible until suddenly it isn’t.

I think it resonated because it aligns with how I view growth. Not as a race or an accumulation of achievements, but as a slow, steady offering to yourself. Like watering a plant. Like writing a paragraph a day. It’s small, ordinary, almost imperceptible. A quiet act of showing up. And over time, that quiet presence becomes transformation.