I broke my streak.

Not the writing one.

I’m here.

It was the meditating streak.

I had a Seinfeld streak going.

It was the TM version.

I could make myself wrong.

I could see it as a failure.

I could never meditate again.

Or I could just start another streak.

Like right now.

I can.

Without all the story.

Without all the self-judgment.

I broke the streak because I broke the streak.

That's it.

Starting the new steak now.

Om.

Streak!