I am clearly taking this whole “writing everyday” thing much less serious than last year’s digital collage project.

I don’t like this behavior in myself, but, as with all things, there’s room to grow in the moment.

I find it to be similar to working out, where you say, “ok, for this set, I’ll do 20 reps”, and then things get tough around rep 17; conversely, if you just start and focus on doing volume, no specific rep scheme, you mind crank out 30-32 reps. real gym goers understand the feeling. without a specific number in mind, blasting reps feels like a test of discipline rather than physical fortitude. and it is. it 100% is a test of discipline.

doing a creative act, or anything, really, with any sense of consistency, is how you achieve greatness in that activity. doing a series of every-days in back-to-back years is proving to be quite the test of discipline.

doing A Thing every day is starting to feel heavy. it’s the 17th rep. it’s the first wall; the voice that says “ok, that’s enough”, even though you still have energy abound.

I have slipped, am slipping, and will continue to slip. I might even stumble! But I will not fail.