As of this post, I’ve fulfilled that promise.
It wasn’t always pretty, but I did what I set out to do. A few posts were thoughtful and entertaining. Some were utter crap. No matter, the point is that I didn’t get up one morning and decide to blow it off. On more than one occasion, I played a game of beat-the-clock and got my blog posted just minutes before midnight, but I refused to drag my tired ass up the stairs to bed until the task was done.
No skipped days, no excuses, no chance of changing my mind.
What if I applied that mantra to other areas of my life? To minding my budget or my famously hit-or-miss slackeriffic exercise routine? Both my bottom and my bottom line would surely look a little better after 30 days.
I’m steady and solid, yet not all of my habits are stellar. If I didn’t consciously stop myself, I’d fork over five bucks every day for a spectacularly delicious cup of coffee, though I have a machine in my kitchen that brews a really tasty cup. And while my life requires a certain amount of hustle and bustle, my default mode for purposeful exercise is nothing to brag about.
I can do better. This month is proof of that. I can do what I set out to do, even when I don’t feel like it. Even when there’s no paycheck or trophy or choir of cherub-faced eight-year-old sopranos singing my praises at completion.
Yay, me. And yay, NaBloPoMo.