I will mess up.
I do mess up.
I get tired, I overextend, I get super distracted.
I’m passionate about this moment, I’m passionate about the next moment, I’m passionate about the beautiful moment that passed and I don’t want to forget.
Consistency is difficult for me sometimes because I am driven by so many curiosities. If there’s something that could be tracked, and that tracking can help me live better, I’m good for a couple weeks. Then something shiny appears in my periphery. And I am on it.
So I’ve written every day - almost - and the days that I haven’t written, like yesterday, I write the next morning.
That is hard for me.
There are so many things playing for my attention.
So many worthy things.
But when I look back and see the number of posts…
When I see the consistency…
When I see that I like the work that I’ve done for the most part…
It feels good, and so here I am on Saturday morning, writing Friday night’s blog post.
I hope you have a lovely and interesting weekend.
I hope that you’re as safe as you want to be.
I hope that you’re intrigued.
I hope that you laugh.
I hope that you cry.
I hope that you touch some thing alive and share its energy.
I love you.