Day 30: Slower motion

“They” say it takes 30 days to form a new habit.
Aiden—my very British friend—would say, “Bollocks.”

Same.

I’ve tried the 30-day magic trick more times than I can count. Sometimes it sticks. Most times, it doesn’t.
But honestly?
I love the process.
I might even be addicted to it.

Here are a few of my more memorable experiments:
• No coffee – I drink six cups a day. You already know how that went.
• 100 daily pushups – Still trying. Poorly.
• Vegan – Lasted four months. Fun at first. Then… not.
• Carnivore – Fun at first. Then not. Then fun again—because I lost weight. Go vanity.
• 10k steps a day – Do this one. No phone. Changed my life.
• Fasting – Don’t try it unless God is in it. It will hurt.
• Daily journaling – Hundreds of pages later, I’m in love with it.

Other ridiculous-but-real challenges I’ve done:
No shoes.
No alcohol.
No shaving.
Smelling flowers (yes, really).
No carbs. Then all the carbs. Then no carbs again.

It’s a weirdly long list.
Maybe because I grew up in 18 homes before I turned 18 so change was imprinted?
Maybe because I’ve got that quiet, lingering fear that I’m not enough?
Maybe because change is my comfort zone?

But something’s shifting.
Lately, I’ve been slowing down. Not because I’ve mastered life, but because I’m finally noticing it.

I’m watching to see behind the veil of the unseen realm.
Listening to hear beneath the words.
Pausing. Resting.

Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s grace.
Probably both.

Because while the world speeds up, I don’t want to miss what’s right in front of me.
I want to:

Feel the simple moments.
Let go of what doesn’t matter.
And breathe like someone who believes Jesus already finished the work.

Because He did.

And that changes everything—even if I never do another 30-day challenge again. [Which is ludicrous considering this is a wrap of a 30 day challenge.]

Grace and Peace,
Ryan