Last night I finished reading The Happiness Project again. Rubin writes about how it's easier to stick to a habit you do daily instead of one you just do some of the time (makes sense, no?).
She also writes about keeping a one-line journal.
And I thought about my writing here again. In fact, I was awake until three this morning, just lying in bed thining about this space. (Okay, so I was really thinking about this and many other things, but I think the real moral of the story is that I wasn't asleep. What? That's not a moral. Ah, well.)
So, anyhow, I was thinking about this space and what I really want to do with it. Turns out I'm still not sure. Every time I think I'm going to make sure to write here more, I last about two days. Or maybe five. And then I go another year of barely posting a thing.
I know that I want to change the blog name, but I need to find just the right title to fit. (And, well, I've only been thinking about this for, um, four years or so.)
I'm not even sure who I'm writing to here. No one, really. And I do nothing to publicize that I have writing here. I haven't figured this space out enough for myself to want to share it with others. Perhaps that's never going to happen. And I'm kind of okay with that.
But I do feel this itch to write here. So I'm going to try to write more. I'll see how it goes. I don't promise anything meaningful (that's never been the substance, so why start now...), but I would like to write and maybe figure things out.
I'm going to try for five minutes a day. I know I started with the note about doing something every day, but I'll see how that feels. I just hit five minutes (the alarm just sang out), so I'll get back to work, but I think a five-minute limit feels workable.
Until next time...