Zero. Zilch. Blank. Empty. Nada. Nothing.
Crash and burn
Musings #639 - Saturday, 20 May 2023
It has been a while. 45 days to be precise since I last wrote. It is obvious that my want to write every day got the short end of the stick. For a variety of reasons. The want was there, but not so the execution.
But I was still continuing to write to myself in my head (or wherever one writes) during this time. These thought journals obviously went to die their little deaths. As I was creating these little helium balloons that flew away into the ether I realized that this thinking and writing had value to me. That I wanted to do it. For my own sanity. To make me feel alive, keep me alive, and affirm to me that I was indeed alive. Even if not written every day.
I finally realized that this pattern does not need to mirror anyone else. So, I plan to write every other day which would give me the breathing room I require - a pattern that I feel I could persist.
Here is to never giving up and welcoming me back! Again.