Thoughts on the matter of missing the 10k steps by 10 steps because I forgot about it

 This will be short.

For the past several weeks I made it a very big point about not missing a single day without going 10k steps. Because I had a streak going on and it made me feel good and it was great and awesome and I wanted to have that one single thing be constant in my life.

Not that I literally hadn't missed a day, but in general, I'd been avoiding missing my walks. Tuesday I missed it entirely because I was busy preparing for my set during the day, and out eating with my comedy friends after the class, and by the time I got back, I was far too tired and it was far too dark to do anything.

Yesterday though I made it a point to get out of my house at 9-9.30 in the evening, got very close to 10k steps, so very close, like I was away by 14 steps, if I'd moved my hands for 10 seconds I'd have gotten there, but because I was too busy with life, I didn't, and my streak was broken.

Now should that get me all bummed out and sad and disappointed about the futility of it all, and convince myself that I'm not good at committing to something at all, or should I be okay with it because good rituals are flexible and so what that I missed, I got pretty close and spiritually was pretty much there, and the number which could have been a rounding error doesn't matter anymore?

In the past, I'd have gone with the former. My learning from the last four years have taught be the wisdom of the latter, and that's what I'll believe. Getting it wrong once or twice, or even more, but relatively few times, and without meaning it, is not a big deal. As the rule goes, only a sith deals in absolutes.