It’s one of those days when I wouldn’t be doing a blog post if I hadn’t made the commitment.
I nearly skipped it, thinking: who’d care? But then I remembered the experiences I’ve had in the past when I sat down at the keyboard with no desire to write, no idea of what I would write, but I did the work anyway.
Something came. Or I brought something into being. Not to sound like a creator or anything. But yeah, I’m talking about creating.
Take last November, for example, when I blogged every day for a month. I ended up with some material that wouldn’t exist if I hadn’t pushed myself. There were actually a couple of pieces I felt proud of.
That’s definitely not going to happen tonight. But at least I’m here. For a couple minutes. Honoring the intention. Spewing sentence fragments, and toying with annoying jargon.
“Honoring the intention?” Ugh. I’m going to honor my bed time.