If there was any day that I really didn’t want to write, today was it. I stayed at work late setting up some really cool stuff for next week, then Annika and I went out for supper and went to the play at the school together (Willy Wonka – it was really fun). We got home a little late, my stomach was kind of queasy from the greasy dinner, and we came home to a some stress about things that need to be done this weekend. Tomorrow morning we are supposed to wake up and go to the March for our Lives, which we will do, but right now it’s pretty close to the last thing I want to do because I’m tired and I haven’t slept very well lately.

I considered not writing tonight because my eyes are drooping and I still feel kind of queasy and I’d really just like to snuggle down and go to sleep. I made the choice to get on here and do it, though. It’s the 23 of March. I think the math is 31 (January) + 28 (February) + 23 (March) = 82 days in a row that I’ve written. I’m not sure that math is right, because my eyes are having trouble focusing on the numbers and I did it in my head fast. Still, there have been a lot of days in this streak. That’s a big deal.

Not just that, but I’ve figured out that I have to write every day in order to make sure that I write on the days I actually have important things to write about. In the past, I’d think about writing things, but I wouldn’t actually do it, because it’s a lot easier to think about writing things down than it is to do it. Now I have very little excuse, because I’m writing something down every day anyway. The only thing that gets in the way is if I’m writing late in the evening (as I am now) and I’m tired and don’t want to take the time or effort to tackle a difficult or sensitive topic. I don’t want to run out of steam writing about some delicate issue and accidentally write anything offensive or inaccurate or even things I don’t even believe in because I’m just playing with ideas, not actually thinking about what they mean in the real world.

So I’m writing through the tiredness, even though at this point, it means I’m only focusing my eyes on every 5th word or so. Even if it means that I’m misspelling all sorts of words or that autocorrect is ducking things up. Yeah, I’m not feeling great, and yeah, this probably isn’t the best piece I’ve ever put together, but that’s ok because I did it, and because I did it, I will do it again tomorrow and maybe then something important will come out.