Let’s face it, the year 2021 is coming to an end rather soon. Sure, there are 147 days left to 2021. Depending on your perspective that may seem to be a lot of days left to this “covid/delta/vaccine/unmask/remask” year. Or it may seem to be too little days left letting you wonder what can you get done this year.
Before this year, I had written over 1,800 days in a row. Then this year full of promise came in with much hesitation and fogginess. And, just like that I lost my writing drive.
I’m hope that on this the 218th day of the year, which actually marks 150 days of writing for me, that my writing drive kicks up. I would love to keep writing everyday till the end of the year. I would be greatly tickled if I got my book started. I would be on my way, if I get my consulting proposal going.
These 150 days of writing have contained bits of working through a fog. Some insightful words. Some throwaway words. Yet the words jumbled together piece a quilt of emotions. Perhaps the words to come today will bring me further. Or so is the hope.