Mardi Gras Part Two
It shouldn’t require an event that requires a pledge to post to get me to post. It shouldn’t. And, I suppose, it doesn’t. Except that it does. The challenge of hitting the publish button every day for a month isn’t even restricted to November anymore, but I am an originalist.
I made it through all of November 2014 without missing a post. Thinking it would keep me motivated to write and share more than a FB status update or a Tweet -- even small snippets of content -- I flexed my frequency muscle, slacking some on the quality.
Only it didn’t stick. The second it was over, like Lent, it was like Mardi Gras part two. Fat and lazy, but mostly lazy. And a little bit busy. I think I can count the number of yoga classes I have been to in 2015 on two hands, and the number of posts is down to about one. Not good. Not good at all.
And, being November 2015, it’s too soon to really unpack my political muscle. I have to save that one for closer to the real election, like summer 2016, when everyone else will be distracted by Brazilian booties -- undoubtedly every B-roll during the Olympics.
How do you make something a habit without quitting all the other habits? Like sleeping, eating and bathing? Parenting and day jobs? How do you squeeze it in? You know, that which brings you the most joy? How do you make it more than a hobby?
I swear, the first one of you to comment that I need to get up before the devil has his coffee will be unfriended immediately. Keep that horseshit to yourself. I’d be better off blogging from the bathroom than trying to form a coherent sentence at dawn.
I admire people who blather on and on about taking on the day while it’s still dark. Accomplishing so much before everyone else – including the sun – has surfaced. It’s just not ever going to be me. I dance by the light of the moon. Sometimes I even howl.
So buckle up kids. It’s bound to be a glorious and bumpy ride.