I am improving in mind, soul, and body every day.

Three things, and they never improve at the same rate. Some seasons the body gets everything and the mind coasts. Some months it's all interior and the running shoes stay by the door.

That unevenness isn't a failure of the plan. It's how a person with limited hours actually lives.

Every day reads better as tending than as measuring. Attention in three directions, given unequally, over years rather than weeks. The stool stands as long as no leg gets ignored entirely.