Well, so much for my personal challenge to blog every day this month.
I made it 6 consecutive days. 6 days out of 29.
But you know what? I should have known better than to set that kind of goal for myself. I can’t think of a time that I have ever been successful at seeing goals with time or quantity expectations through to the finish line. The 30-day sugar challenge? (Er, that’s no sugar, people. I would kick everyone’s ass if the challenge was to eat sugar for 30 days.) I lasted about 4 days when I tried to eliminate sugar for a month. Four miserable, headachey days.
And there have been countless New Year’s resolutions to exercise every day in the month of January, or to drink 8 glasses of water every day for 2 weeks straight, or to eat a salad every day for a month. Never. happens.
Because we live in a culture of avoiding blame, I will point the finger at my parents. They let me quit everything! Ballet, jazz dancing, gymnastics, figure skating, softball, equestrian, piano. I tried things for one or two lessons, then cried and complained until I was allowed to quit.
I have stuck out the important stuff, though. Like school. Like my student loan payments. Like being the mom to a very difficult feline.
In all fairness, I was caught up in a motivated moment when I set the goal to blog every day. I love those moments- when you’re just seized by an excited energy to accomplish something. (My Inner Productive Junkie is always behind those moments.) But really, I don’t have enough to say to fill 29 consecutive blog posts. Not interesting stuff, at least. I could do it if I resorted to telling you what I ate for lunch every day, or how I approach mundane tasks like laundry, or what I would do if I won Lotto Max. But as my husband gently reminded me when I was beating myself up for my first missed post and therefore the failure of my challenge, quality over quantity, babe.
So, challenge schmallenge. I will blog when I have something that I am excited to write about. And maybe, just maybe, someone ‘out there’ will be excited to read it.
PS – Mom and Dad, Don’t feel badly about letting me quit everything as a kid. I know I was persuasive 😉