The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot. ~Michael Althsuler
August was the rare month in which I never wondered, where did the time go? In fact, more than once I wanted to hurry August along.
I had two goals to accomplish. The first and easier of the two: run 50 miles. The second, a sight more challenging: write every day. Publicly. Depending on your relationship to either running or writing, you may have ranked the goals differently. For me, the exercise was no sweat. I’ve run 50 miles in a month previously. It was my first time this year, but not my first time, you know, ever. Barring unforeseen challenges, I assumed it could do it.
The writing, however, is a different matter entirely. Unlike exercise, writing has never been a non-negotiable. Over the years I’ve made half-hearted attempts to write more frequently. Sometimes journaling. Sometimes blogging. And so on. But writing everyday? No. It wasn’t a foregone conclusion that I would make it to the end without doubling up on posts some days, or just giving up.
Writing daily was a bit of a grind. Within the first few days I got tired of recommitting. I had to do it every.single.day. Couldn’t we just skip a few days and get to mid-month already? I wanted to meet my goals without the struggle of working toward them.
Thank goodness time paid me no mind. It’s only fitting that I would finish my goal during a blue moon.
I have more to say in the way of a debrief, but I’ma save that for later. The rest of this space is reserved for celebrating! I am committed to self-love. That means every now and again I get to shimmy and twirl on my own behalf (you can join in at home):
YOU GO GIRL! YOU DID IT!
*presses play on the embedded video and sings along*
And after you’re done singing, catch up on the posts you missed here.