One year. For one year, every single day, whether all at once or spaced out, I have written at least 750 words. Every day. For a year. It started, like most things, as a recommendation from my friend. Mike had a found a website, 750words.com, and told me to look into it. About 20 minutes later, I had flown through my first day’s writing and emailed him my thoughts. “That isn’t how it works,” he told me. “It’s supposed to…
6:30am. I refused to look at the clock, knowing the time would be earlier than anything I wanted to see. Any number starting with 4, 5, or 6 would be trouble. It was a 6. The worst of the options. 4:00 would have been fine. The game would just be starting but I knew it would be early enough to fall back asleep. Even 5:00 would have afforded me the same luxury. But not 6:30. I pretended like I would…
I believe today’s feeling of hope has to be as simple as positive reinforcement. I wrote (and posted) yesterday’s words out of fear and disappointment that I had let myself down. It was not exaggerated but it was exposing. So much so that I had to question if it was worth showing publicly. I still have doubts about it, mainly because it paints me in one of two lights. According to how the post is interpreted, I’m either a manic…