I next Erin last night while I was on the bus to Laguardia asking her how the November 30 minute challenge is going.
She said, “It’s going.” But asked how mine was.
Honestly, I forgot.
The distraction of the NYC Marathon and being in New York really made this forgot about this. But I also wonder if subconsciously I didn’t want to do this.
You know, this thing.
Or err, blogging.
Whatever this is.
For 30 minutes a day.
I probably wasted 10 minutes right now making coffee, heating up leftover Chinese from last night for breakfast and trying to figure out how to edit that picture above.
Anyways, writing. This thing. Is it still a thing?
So I’m suppose to be writing 30 minutes a day. It’s beyond getting back into the habit, it’s about getting use to writing again and getting my brain to think again.
(Does that even make sense?)
Here I am, writing. I don’t plan to edit this. And I probably won’t edit future posts too. But who am I kidding? I didn’t even edit these things in the past.
It’s a start…