Becoming better every day. A game of chess

Is it possible to improve every day, even if in a tiny way?

Lately, I’ve been experiencing this desire to improve. Improve what, how? My life, myself? I’m struggling to articulate this feeling, but it’s in me. I wouldn’t call it a “burning” desire. I know that change doesn’t happen overnight, so any allusion to starting or putting out a fire doesn’t feel right. I’ve stopped drinking alcohol, but this story has no connection to my drinking habits (or does it?!).

I think I’m largely done with alcohol, and here’s an interesting observation.

I don’t have a plan or strategy on how to improve, but there is a desire to both reassess and reinvent myself.

I’ve had a trivial day filled with the usual routines, tasks, concerns, and struggles. I ran like I always do. The only unusual characteristic of today was that it rained. It doesn’t often rain in California. I ran in the rain when it was already dark and had no complaints. There is something empowering about running in bad weather. But that wasn’t an improvement of any kind. In recent years, I’ve achieved uncompromising consistency with my running, and it’s something I greatly enjoy.

After dinner, I retreated to my room and was ready to wrap up the day in front of my laptop, working and writing. The topic of improvement was on my…