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Day 121: Such self-imposed pressure

If I write something today it will be 121 days in a row of writing. Ever since I broke my over 1,800 days of writing I have been off and on the writing-wagon. I used to invest a lot of thought into my pieces. I used to try new styles or delve into new topics. Now, I’m stymied a bit. I want to write. But when? I used to put out a piece everyday at 7:05am. Now, I’m bleary-eyed at that time. The Red Bulls don’t really help. Where are my writing wings?

This writing everyday bit is self-imposed pressure. It’s unnecessary. Yet, I do it to myself. In some ways, I take great pride in having things to say and share. I also take pride in my self-discipline. Sticking to a routine can be hard. Sounds trite, I know.

But here we have it. Pride wins out over my sense of being tired and lazy. By laziness I mean I don’t feel like thinking deeply right at the moment. There’s no topic I wish to delve into right now. I rather just be blank. Blank on paper. Blank in thoughts. But I pushed myself; perhaos in part because I ate too much. I need something to aid in the digestion. Might as well spit out words to empty my stomach.

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  1. We do the hard things because we want to know if we can. Writing over 1,000 days in a row is a great feat, and sometimes, we need that confidence in ourselves just so we can grow in our craft. Wishing you all the best with your journey!

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  2. Hi mimi,
    I am glad to see you have set your vision (in some way) again to overpass those over-1800 posts, you have a lot to share yet and followers like what you write. I am sure you gonna make it!

    Over 1800 post, that’s was amazing!

    Keep it up!

    (I am also trying to write more often, even though not too many followers in my case, anyway, I won’t give it up)

    Cheers!

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  3. Oh my Gosh i Was Just Mentioning
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