A few days ago, I told a friend that I enjoy writing.
"Do you do it much?" she asked. And I replied with a guilty shake of the head. "You should check out this site. 200wordsaday."
Funny. I didn't tell her at the time, but a few days prior I was just reading a post on a writing page I follow on Facebook (in my vain attempt to identify myself as a writer). A random e-stranger was talking about how he once set a thousand-word-a-day goal, until he read somewhere that Terry Pratchett - yes, that Terry Pratchett - only wrote 400 words a day, and reduced his daily dose of writing to 200 minimum. And it worked wonders. And I remember thinking, "hmm. Should try that."
Funny how the universe sometimes reminds you of what's most important. Thanks, universe. Thanks, friend of blended spirits.
But when she continued to explain, "the goal is to keep the streak for as long as you can," I shrunk a little. Discipline, the force of good habit, has always been my weakest suit. Man, some nights I don't even wash my face. And with the responsibilities of...well, responsibilities, it's so much easier to find the excuse not to do what I always knew I was born to do. Deadlines are due. Documents must be made, presentations polished, bills paid.
Just writing this makes me feel a bit like I'm setting myself up for failure.
Yet, as a wise dog once said to his only human friend, "sucking at something is the first step towards being sorta good at something." Yes, that is from Adventure Time, and yes, I do enjoy taking advice from cartoons. So, I'm going to suck up at sucking at this for a little bit.
And as luck would have it, Facebook also reminded me of this quote just 20 minutes prior.
So, thanks again universe, for still being funny.