A few days ago when I looked back on my blogging habit for the month I was pissed that I was almost at the end of January and I had only written for 11days of the month when the goal was to write everyday.
Then followed the guilt and the shame that I had already failed on my goal of writing a small blog post (100 words or so) everyday. Because I figured I could do it. It's a small enough goal and I can fit it into my commuting time when all I do I waste time anyway.
What happens when you realise that you're not a nice person.
When you realise that your actions have hurt people. And you've been callous with people's feelings and emotions. Just walked right over because you wanted something and didn't give a thought to the other person's needs.
And this other person isn't a stranger. It's a loved one. A person who has stood by you through the length of time and taken all of the pain but still wanted what was best for you.
Since I'm hoping to get into the habit of blogging or writing, I sincerely want to write something profound for my first post. But I know that it is a lot to ask right at the beginning. I know there's a phrase that goes along the lines of you have to have 10000 hours of practice before you become good at something... Basically saying you have to do a lot of work before you create good work. So... Unless I write everyday for years I'm not gonna get better.