For nearly nine months, I have written and posted every single day. That streak ended on 25 August 2015, because I did write and saved the document—but never posted it on the blog. Therefore, I encourage you; if you missed it to go back and read yesterday’s post regarding cybersickness, if you missed it.
I have gotten into a good habit of writing daily. Sometimes the writing is not very good—I do apologize for those unfortunate readings, as I am still finding my way. But, hopefully, more and more posts are getting better and more interesting. The important point, I feel, is that I am writing…daily. Originally, I set out to write every day for the month of January, but I enjoyed the practice that I decided to write every day—hopefully for the next four years. There is some reasoning behind the four-year mark, nevertheless, on the surface; the goal itself is a hefty challenge. I was encouraged last week to stick with it by a post from another blog that discussed why blog writing is so hard and why many people give up before they see fruit. The blog post made me really think of the long-term effects of writing every day. In some ways, I am setting out fulfilling the goals that I intended to achieve from the very beginning and I am looking forward to seeing where the daily practice will take me.
With all of that said, I hope you can understand the heartbreak I felt when I opened up my blog this evening to find that I did not post last night. I knew I wrote something, but I could remember what. I had to retrace my steps to figure out what it was that I wrote about and then I remembered and found that I had unloaded the post to the OneDrive server, but did not upload to the blog. It was a simple mistake to make when there is already too much going on around here. However, it is one I hope not to make again.
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