Consume Clean for 100 Times

Five days ahead looks such as an invitation to prepare. At the same time, anything important may possibly unfold—a contract strategies, a plan comes together, or perhaps a notion I feed requires shape. This grow of time allows thoughts to ferment, expectations to cultivate, and attempts to mature. I question if I'll use it wisely.

Six days out thinks such as a problem mark. That's almost weekly, enough time for modify to stir but shortly enough to assure transformation. I try to remember: the thing that was I 60 days from today six days ago? Can I even track my steps effectively? Time, as it passes, equally shows and erases.

Seven days mark a milestone. A complete week from today, where can I stay? At that time, every thing common today may experience slightly aged, also stale. The continuity of weekly can appear overwhelming, however it is also comforting—rounds renew, allowing fresh starts. What'll this coming week show me?

Eight days ahead extends my imagination further. I think of the seasons, how they remind me of nature's bigger cycles. What'll the planet external appear to be in eight days? May the leaves change more, may the air experience colder, or hotter? Time's passage shows it self in most simple shift around me.