Ten minutes. That’s all it took — a short burst of effort, a little bit of time — to write the blog post I put up Wednesday. That’s how 272-day writing streaks happen.
“Can you meet this goal for this moment in time?”
“Sure, I guess I can.”
“Good. How about now? Can you do it for now?”
“Well, the pen is moving across the page, isn’t it?”
“How about for this moment?”
“Yes! And now you’re getting annoying.”
That’s an old anecdote and not original with me, and your eyes might glaze over reading it, but as I wrote in a song lyric a long time ago, there’s a reason a cliche’s a cliche. There’s a reason anecdotes get shared and retold:
There’s a truth in those old nuggets, if your un-glaze your eyes and give them a bit of thought for, well, a moment.
