The Skip

Day 6/100

Yesteday, it happened. I skipped a day of writing.

Instead of writing, I opted for a lot of sleep. I slept in, I napped (and I never nap), and I slept early. I fell asleep dreaming about what I would write about, cozy next to my sleeping son.

Depending on my energy, I could see the writing challenge morph to adapt along the way. On the mornings when I’m up early at 6am or when I have the day off, I’m the most inspired to write. I love the ritual of getting up to make my morning coffee or matcha latte and knowing I have the stretch of a long morning to myself. There are other mornings when I have less time, but I’m able to squeeze in moments to read and find a good quote to share, work on an essay draft, or journal for a bit. I’ve started counting those towards my daily writing challenge. I’ve had to be realistic about my wrting constraints, loosen the definition of what it means to write even if it doesn’t always lead to an online post.

Yesterday showed me that I also need to be forgiving when I don’t do any of the above. Even when I’ve made it SO easy for myself to do something — anything — writing related. There will still be days, I’m certain more to come, when I can’t bring myself to the page or open the book or formulate an idea. It’s just not going to happen that day, and it’ll be fine.

I can just go to bed, and start over the next day.