Whatever this thing is that I’m doing right now—this writing—I don’t have a goal for it.
I did not write a post yesterday. By strict standards, I did not reach the goal of writing every day for a week. I could argue that since I wrote five things in five days, I wrote for a work week. Or I could just accept the fact that I failed at that specific goal.
Sometimes the best end to a day is to is an episode or two of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
I spent a lot of time this weekend working on a project that I don’t know will go anywhere.
Christmas is probably my favorite holiday. I love all the trees, the lights, and the festivities we do at home and in our small town.
Some days everything is a struggle. Lately the days have been more struggle than flow.
I need to write more. And I need to worry less about what I’m writing when I’m writing for myself.