I’m just not writing like I should.
This morning I actually woke up with a bunch of ideas for posts. I even took the effort to write them down with paper and pen. But it’s one thing to have an idea, another to create a post.
I’m realizing that it takes a lot more effort to make a post of a idea than I thought. Like, right now, I’m just free-stylin’ it — just writing whatever comes to my head.
For the last few days, I’m finding that the only time I write is in these last few minutes before midnight — like I’m not even journaling during the day. If I’m doing the bare minimum to stick to this goal is that really sticking to my goal, or more like fooling myself?
I haven’t been outside in a while also. I left once last week to go to El Pollo Loco — oh, wait, no, twice: both times were at night. I took out the trash a couple of days ago, but other than that, I’ve been a hermit. Part of the reason I don’t go out is because my hair looked a mess and it takes some effort to comb it. I’d much rather stay inside and look crazy than try to fix it. I’m halfway done with putting my hair in twists, so that won’t be a problem for me for the next few weeks.
The sunshine will do me some good.
Tonight I’ma try to go to bed early and by early I mean like half past midnight. I want to wake up early in the morning. Tomorrow, I’ll have a post about something else — I promise.
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