From time to time I feel like my well is empty, and I don’t want to write anything, but I write something anyway because The Streak. Today is the 1,363rd day since I committed to posting daily in this space.
And I have a deeper understanding of that phrase “force of habit” as a result. Even on the days when my well is empty and I don’t want to write anything, the habit forces me to the keyboard.
An ingrained habit is powerful that way. And it turns out a good habit is as hard to break as a bad habit, thank the Lord and the stars and everyone and everything there is to thank.
You can’t measure the time between paragraphs, but rest assured that about five minutes past between the end of that last paragraph and the beginning of this one. Yep, my well feels empty tonight, and all I can think to write about is how cool it is to feel compelled to write even when there doesn’t seem to be anything to say. But that in itself is something to say.
And so I keep the streak alive and send you on your way. May you find something more meaningful than this to say as you journey through the next 24 hours, and may the forces that shape your life be only good habits.
