I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself, normally my commitment span for any hobby is a couple of weeks top. Like many people I get it in my mind to do something and then my endeavor comes to a halt. Learning the trumpet or teaching orphans to crochet…month max, but I’ve been writing for nearly five years.
Plus this year I have so far completed a post a day as well. It’s like this has become a regular thing. You may even call it a habit.
Maybe that’s what writing currently is for me, just a habit. I’m reaching the point where I would be disappointed in myself if I didn’t make it to December 31st. So even with prompts to write where I am not totally motivated I still put fingers to keys.
I’ve ruminated on the cause of my writing before (I write because…) but I do this because I have no outlet where I can just vent a spleen or two. Although I had a very heated ‘discussion’ with some stranger on Facebook today.
Still it makes me think maybe I shouldn’t blog if it is just something I do like biting my nails or throwing salt over my shoulder. If it is habit shouldn’t it be more than that? Maybe next year will be different.
Especially if I move on to my next cause (like perhaps my passion for drama) because last night I started reading a book for the first time in a long time. Rather than enjoy the experience my thought immediately went to ‘I should read 12 books next year’.
It looks like that might be my new habit.
Viva Ergo Sum 