I last missed a daily post her on this day in 2014. Tomorrow begins year seven of my daily streak. (Wolfram Alpha tells me that’s 2,192 days)
But it’s November 3 I remember. I remember where I was in 2014, why I missed posting. I commemorate it and move forward.
But I also remember this. In short, daily writings on subjects I’m passionate about, I’ve compiled almost a half million words in the last six years. I’ve reached countless people, and honed my skills as a writer and a thinker. The number of things I couldn’t have imagined about 2020 when I started my current streak reminds me to be humble when I look to the future.
In short, this writing practice has become an essential part of my daily routines, and rewards me daily.
That single missed post has become central in the story I tell myself about this continuing practice.
Tomorrow, I start year seven.