Four posts until the end of the year. I honestly feel like I’ve emptied the tank. I’ve done everything I could in this year. This year wasn’t like the last and won’t be like the next. What I wrote was real and all me.
I don’t know yet how I’ll keep going with this blog next year. But what I do know is that writing every day has become a habit. Sometimes I’ve written things I feel good about. And sometimes I’ve just written something to get it done. But either way I held myself accountable to my goal and stuck with it.
It’s not easy to find the time to write. Especially with two little kids. And a busy job. And everything. But it will never be easy to find time to write. If I had all the time in the world to devote just to writing I’m sure there would be a million odd things I could come up with to get in the way. The trick is to write even if it’s only a few sentences or a thought or a post and just keep going. I’ll never write anything if I can’t write something.
I know this blog at times has been a journey into the insanity of one persons daily thoughts and battles and sleep deprived ramblings. And maybe that’s something I want to continue but more for myself. Maybe there are other ways I can contribute externally that will have more meaning. Maybe not. I really don’t know. All I can do is keep writing every day. One word at a time. And never allow myself to run out of things to say.
