What, every day?
This is blog number 1741 and although it’s not been every day it’s been almost every day and apart from sabbaticals now it is every day.
It’s hard to publish every day, to find something even I want to talk about let alone what you might want to read about!
But as far as I was concerned when I learned about doing this, that was the point.
You produce when you want to produce and you produce when you don’t. Over time you build up a body of work that you’re proud of, that you can look back on and which charts how you were, how you felt, what you did and where you went.
I published all the way through the sabbatical last year and I did that by re-publishing old blogs with some comments about what they felt like now. I’m not sure if I’ll do that this year or not, I might leave it blank, but it was lovely for me to go through to see where I was and what I’d written, to see what had changed and what hadn’t.
There’s part of me that craves for a life that’s organised and regimented where I get up in the morning, write a blog post, walk the dog, have my breakfast, do this, do that, do the other but it’s not like that and it won’t be like that, not with the woman I’m married to, the children I have and the things I choose to do.
Writing the blog is one of the only things I’m utterly committed to on a regular basis but there is peace and contentment in that.
It doesn’t have to be that either. It can be going to the gym, walking the dog, taking your children to school, reading every night or running every day (that’s a great one) but things that you commit to that become a thing in your life that you don’t give up on a whim are worth something, even if to nobody but you. That’s important enough.
Blog Post Number: 1741