It has been weeks since I’ve written much of anything. And months since I’ve posted to my blog. Each day I say today is the day I’ll start again. And each day I find any number of things to suck up my time and keep my fingers from the keys. And more importantly keep my mind from having to do the hard work of letting out its thoughts.
So, I consider it a victory that these words are even appearing on the page right now.
I’ve read the books and posts on habits. I know the importance of routine. But sometimes, life has other plans. Rather than beat myself up for not doing the one thing that I long to do every single day, I’m just going to start again. I’m not starting over, just restarting. Picking up where I left off. Getting the words out.
The pain we build up in our heads is temporary and always most painful just before the first word lands. Like diving into a lake of frigid water. The sensation passes and then you remember how much you love to swim.
As my friend Brian likes to say “let’s f–king go.”
