two days. that’s all it took for me to get totally out of the habit of this daily writing routine. and today i feel the lack of inertia, the atrophy of an unused creative muscle slowing me down like sludge in the system.

this is why it has to be every day. because i’m not yet at that point - maybe i never will be - where the daily blog flows without at least a piece of resistance.

christmas eve was so hectic. started work at 6 a.m. and then helped with cooking and cleaning all day and then hosting friends until pass-out time. there was no time to blog and i made a conscious choice not to. and yesterday was christmas. truth be told, i had time, and i had capacity to write. but i wanted a day off. all the way off. i don’t fully regret it, but i definitely feel the two-day gap in date stamps a lot more than i anticipated.

the challenge ahead is not letting the fact that i have missed two steps contribute to any sense of comfort around missing more in the future. i don’t want to be desensitized by this, to become ok with missed days.

because the benefits from one week of action can be completely negated by just one or two days of inaction. cost > benefit.