I woke up this morning and the first thing I thought was that I’d totally forgotten to write a post yesterday. Like, TOTALLY.
I don’t think I thought about it once all day.
In fairness I spent the first half of my day getting ready to leave town to drive up to San Francisco to stay with a friend, the second half of the day driving up to San Francisco to stay with a friend, and the whole evening hanging out and eating dinner with said friend. So it’s not like I wasn’t distracted…
But still. STILL.
It seems like I should be freaking out, like I broke a Ming dynasty vase or something. I mean, traditionally when I’ve reneged on a promise to do something work related the crushing sense of defeat that descends is pretty overwhelming, but this morning, upon realizing what I’d done, in the wake of the utter surprise that I could actually just FORGET to do it, I just shrugged.
I mean, really, what am I going to do? Send in military police? Ransack my psyche looking for trouble? So I missed a day. It’s not like I hit a deer and caused a five car pile up.
Missing a day no longer means that I won’t write ever again. I think when I started it had that kind of urgency to it, but now it seems like something I just, you know, do. Like brushing your teeth or taking your vitamins. You might miss a day here or there, but ultimately that’s not what’s important. What’s important is that you showed up more often than not and took care of what there was to take care of.
You know what this means, don’t you? It means that REMEDIAL MEASURES WORK, you guys!!!
For real, for sure and for certain.
Remember how I started writing every day because my Mars is sluggish and I have a hard time committing to things? No? Read this. I think maybe my Mars isn’t so sluggish anymore. I think I’ve learned to commit to something unconditionally because getting off track for a bit no longer means everything is ruined.
It just means you pick up and start over.
Which is what I was doing anyway. Every day. You just pick up and start over. Over and over and over. Rinse and repeat.
Why do you do what you do?
Because you do. That’s why.