Friday, I went to bed at 9:30. Saturday, it was 9:15. Last night (tonight by the date stamp on this post), even though Grayson was in bed by 8:30 (and Stacy put him down), I was too tired to think, let alone write. I willfully put it off.
I'm caught up now, save for the one post I still have lingering from a few weeks ago, but I'm feeling pretty guilty about it. The whole intent of my experiment was to carve out time every day to write something, regardless of quality. Lately, I've been failing to do that. For those of you who checked my blog without the prompting of a link on Facebook, you were greeted with placeholder posts. This was my way of cheating the timestamps; even when I edit a post, the original timestamp appears in the header of the post. Certainly the "last edited" date will reflect when I made my last change, but at first glance, it will appear as though I wrote every day.
This is my third post this morning. (After a 7:00am conference call, work has been a bit slow...)
One thing that I'm learning about grandiose proclamations that span a good deal of time: sometimes life gets in the way!
Yesterday's sermon dealt with faith, and the church has been actively engaged in thought around forgiveness. So I'm forgiving myself for not living up to my pledge to carve out time, recognizing that I'm doing the best I can to live up to the spirit of my promise to carve out time to write, and I'm taking it on faith that I will continue to work toward this goal for the next 9 months.
That's right... I'm only 3 months into this endeavor. Pray for me...
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Be gentle... writing everyday creates an imbalance favoring quantity over quality