After 53 days of writing and posting something every single day, yesterday it finally happened—I completely forgot to post something.
I had been writing lots for other projects, but nothing for this blog. My mind was just full with all the crazy stuff that’s going on, along with being utterly starved of sleep, and it totally did not even cross my mind.
The realization didn’t hit me until today in the middle of my shift at work—along with it the terrible oh crap I forgot to post something yesterday and I still don’t own a time machine to go and write something feeling.
After doing so well for so long, why did I have to forget? And why did it have to be this week of all weeks?
I’m tempted to just quit the whole thing now—why even bother trying to get to 100 days if I’ve already missed one?
Maybe I should.
However, I feel like one missed day doesn’t discredit 53 good ones. Or another 50 potentially good ones. I’ve continued to find value in writing something every day, especially now that I have no external force motivating me to stay on top of it.
So for now, I’m going to continue. I don’t know if it still counts as a streak. Maybe focusing on the streak component misses the point of things altogether. But either way, I’m not going to let one missed day rob me of the rest of my 100 (or 200, or 500, or 1,000—whatever it might be).
Now’s just a better motivator to get in the habit of writing right away in the morning instead of waiting for the evening.
That’s about it for now. Don’t let your one bad day keep you from continuing to continue on with a good habit.
Onward and upward, friends.