Feb 12, 2009 21:23
I've been thinking about this 100 days project. About how I feel ok about missing, oh, say, one day a week, but that this whole idea has gone to hell in a hand basket since I got sick. I was thinking how everyday that goes by where I don't add a post makes me feel guilty and sad that I haven't been able to stick to the commitment I made to myself. I was thinking that feeling guilty and sad about it kep me from doing it, which, er, didn't help much. I was thinking that I liked what I was getting out of doing this, and that I was pleased to have been an inspiration in doing it for a couple of other people.
And then I was thinking of my favorite quote from Anne of Green Gables, when Miss Muriel Stacy tells Anne that "tomorrow is a new day, fresh, with no mistakes in it." And it might be a bit absurd and saccharine, how often thinking of that makes me feel better, but also, how awesome is it that this thing I read (and watched) as a little girl has had this long and positive effect on my life.
And I thought, maybe, that if I started fresh, I could just move past the guilt and discomfort and go straight to getting back to writing everyday. And wouldn't THAT be a better use of my life-energy!
So today is Day One, again. And I already know at least part of what will be in tomorrow's post. And that helps too.
mental health,
writing,
100 days