I keep wanting to not do this.

Because I have this vision of myself.

That version of me?

Quits things.

Mainly because he gets scared.

Worried that it’s not going to go as planned.

So he stops.

Midway through starting.

But something about this little blog-a-day habit is chipping away at that.

I’ve set daily word goals for this.

They’re supposed to be like 500 now.

Yeah, that’s not happened.

Probably won’t.

And I’m OK with that.

Because this is for me, not you.

Or it is for you, reader.

Both of us.

Because if I keep building this, I maintain momentum into things less navel-gazey.