On Friday, I missed a day. I don't know how it happened. I mean, I do, but I don't know why it happened. I didn't have a post prewritten, I didn't wake up early enough to do it before work, and then I went to hang out with friends as soon as I got home. I ran out of data at work and didn't have my laptop to entertain me. It was the last thing on my mind and I genuinely didn't remember until my friend and I were walking home. It hit me and I was upset for a few seconds until I realized that it wasn't the end of the world.
Out of the 365+ days that I've been daily blogging, I haven't missed a day. Sure, I've posted later than normal. I've also done double posts. Really, in the grand scheme of things, missing a post isn't a massive deal and I'm sort of proud of myself for not treating it as one (though, I might have to get back into the pre-writing thing because I'd prefer if it didn't happen again). I didn't stress myself out because of it, I didn't let myself get down on it. I decided to write my next post and move on.
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