Write something, write anything. I really don't expect to accomplish anything today other than putting words on the screen. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will flesh out an idea. Work on a character. Work on a story. Work on a real blog post. Work. I'm not getting any younger and I have a head full of ideas that get foggier and foggier with distance. Tomorrow I will see if I can't chase some of them down, get a little closer, notice the details. Today I don't even edit, I will just keep writing. I probably should have set a timer for this. Kind of like with the yoga I didn't do this morning. I did the stretches, though, which I think totally counts. If you don't think that counts, we'll just have to agree to disagree. Today I intentionally moved a body part that I have not intentionally moved for months. Tomorrow I will do it again, and add something to the pile. Maybe even crack open that video on making the most out of my metabolism. Probably not, but I might.
Anyway, this is a test. This is only a test. Tomorrow I get it right. Or I get it wrong, but with purpose.
For now, I wrote a thing. Wasn't even that hard. For the love, Mel Robbins and Amy Landino and Gretchen Rubin and those minimalist guys (Josh and Ryan, I can't even pretend I haven't listened to seven thousand hours of their podcasts) are right. Why did I not know this sooner?
