I realized today that I have written in various forms – journals, blogs, essays, notes and ideas, etc. – for everyday of this year. This is supposed to be my year of taking writing seriously, and I have actually done so for a whole month. Believe me when I say that I have made this commitment before but things have always gotten in the way. Or I should say, I had allowed things to interfere because I had convinced myself that they were more important. Despite that, I usually found myself composing ideas for essays and stories in my head all the time but not making it a priority to actually develop them.
Now, I have set aside the mornings as my time to get started. As the coffeepot gurgles and the heater gently blows warm air throughout the dark, quiet house, everyone else is asleep. But I am writing, writing whatever comes into my head, whatever is on my mind. As long as words are showing up on the page or screen, I am in my practice. Not surprisingly, it is getting easier.
Writing is a powerful way to start the day. Capture dreams, make plans, celebrate accomplishments and find ways of making the world a better place.
What did I learn yesterday?
What do I have to give today?