Why commit?
This month of November, I committed to writing a draft once a day.
Today is November 13, and I missed quite a few days in a row.
The thing is: I don’t really regret it.
The days that I didn’t get any writing in?
One of those days, I spent with a new friend over a home-cooked dinner of pasta and strangely healthy desserts, where we spoke late into the night of religion, politics, abortion, morals, and mental health.
Another of those days, I danced at a concert of an artist I didn’t know, conversing with a friend over her dreams and newfound purpose.
In October, I wanted to commit to something. I wanted to say what I wanted to do and then do what I said I would do. That’s because commitment is a muscle; it’s true. These past few days, I’ve felt that muscle atrophy a little.
And yet, I’ve been over-committing.
- I want to have deep, wonderful conversations with new friends and old.
- I want to have new experiences every day.
- I want to explore and push my boundaries.
- I want to deepen my yoga practice.
- I want to move full speed ahead with Bra Theory.
- I want to get enough sleep and rest in, every day.
- I want to write every day.
I woke up the other day, ready to sleep in and miss yoga practice because I had stayed up late drinking wine with a friend (and missed yet another day of writing).
I knew I had to drop something.
But what?
Last week, I was thinking about dropping writing. This week, I realized that I finished up all the loose ends I’d been worrying about, and was now looking for things to do.
That’s what life is — ups and downs, respites and storms. Things are always changing. Some weeks will be busier than others. And there will always be trade-offs: an hour of sleep here for a heart-to-heart with a good friend, there.
I think I’m okay knowing that. I’m okay getting knocked off the wagon during a storm. It’s all part of the process of learning how to be you and do you, even in the ups and downs.
I used to be afraid to commit myself to something because I wasn’t sure that I could always follow up. Well, here I am. I didn’t do what I said I was going to do. Maybe one day I will, but it’ll take a few tries to get there — and I’m okay with that.
I’m recommitting myself to writing every day. I’ll probably fall off the wagon, and have a few stories to tell because of it.