It’s quiet. It’s early. My coffee is hot. The sky is still black. The world is still asleep. The day is coming.
And so many times, I’ve been all, “I don’t care about any of that stuff anymore! I’m just going to blog like I used to, when it was fun and I shared everything and didn’t care who was reading it or whether it fit into a niche or could be monetized into an ebook!” And I would start for a little bit, and then I would stop. Start, and then stop. Start, and then, whoops!, stop. That’s basically been my whole adult life - starting and stopping, starting and then going on to the next thing, starting that and then stopping for another thing. And you know what? SO. WHAT. I used to get so annoyed at my own lack of consistency or follow-through and used to regard it as one of my biggest personal flaws, but about two weeks ago I was like, “Who GIVES a shit - it’s not like I swore I would find the cure to cancer and then was like, ‘Yo, peace out, I’m now putting all my time into Yogilates’. Literally nobody was standing around, hoping I could help save their life with my blogging.”
Which is all to say: Today is a new f*cking day, and I’m starting something new.