It is three months today since I started this blog.
It occurred to me to write this post on this date because, not only has it been three months since I started my blog and I feel like cracking open a little bubbly in celebration of what has been my longest period of commitment to a project of my own doing, but it is also February 29th. If my commitment to my writing continues to thrive, I won’t get to publish a February 29 post again for another four years. And so, here is my February 29 post.
Three months of commitment. A quarter of a year. I’m starting to think that this is my year to commit (although on some days it feels more like my year to be committed )
I have remained committed to my writing. I continue to remain committed to my early morning workouts (I’m on my sixth straight week (haven’t missed a week day) of rising at 5:00 am and working out until my body screams in protest. Man it feels good to commit.)
What I’ve learned in three months:
- Taking the time to do something I love makes life not take over so much.
- Inspiration can come from anywhere.
- There is never enough time to do all the writing I want to do. Voice recorded notes on my mobile phone pile up just like hand-written notes jotted down on bits of paper.
- Ideas to write about always come to me when my hands are in the dish pan. Rarely do I remember them by the time I’m done the dishes.
- The more I write, the more I want to write, and the more it seems I have to write about.
- Writing is good. Connecting is great.
- If I can find the time, writing longhand in my leather-bound journal is still my preferred method to get the thoughts out of my head.
- When I don’t write (whether it’s here on my blog or in my journal), I feel like I’m sinking.
So, happy leap year! Here’s to another four years of blogging and my next February 29 post!