If it’s not already obvious, I struggle with consistency.
This struggle comes from a lot of places: anxiety over what others think, a tendency to gravitate towards comfort, a fair amount of perfectionism, some very bad habits, and a streak of rebelliousness.
However, several events have transpired to remind me, relatively gently at this point, that life is short and time passes ever more quickly and, really, what is all of this worry good for?
So, my pursuit is this: through August 31, post something—anything—six days each week, without worrying (too much) about the quality. I’ll allow myself one day off each, if needed. Anything goes: essays, pictures, race reports, reflections, grumblings, insights, they’re all fair game. Little concern about the quality at this point. The end goal? Get in the habit of taking action related to writing almost every day. Make these days that I’m lucky enough to have count for a little something.