I knew this day would come. In fact, in an odd way, I hoped this day would come.
When I took on blogging daily for Lent, I knew I wouldn’t have something worth writing about everyday. So far I’ve done pretty well. Some days I’ve written ahead.
I’ve started observing the world around me, and the thoughts in my head, keeping in mind that I need my next topic.
It’s gotten so bad that I thought I had a topic or two from Mickey Mouse Clubhouse this morning. And that from seeing mere bits of it as I passed through the room.
But, I’ve got nothing.
So, I suppose, like any episode of Seinfeld, this post is about nothing.
Or, more to the point, this post is about following through. I have committed to blogging each day. I have not committed to having something worth blogging each day. I have not committed to making this worth your reading.
The promise I made was to do something. I didn’t promise quality.
Yet I am reminded of that art class where the teacher divided the class into 2 groups. One would be graded on the quantity of pieces they produced, the other one only their best piece.
Those from the first group not only produced more pieces of art (obviously), they also produced better work.
Sometimes you just have to do it. Go through the motions. Make yourself do something you know you should do, even when you don’t feel like it.
Who knows: this simple thing might be all it takes to keep you honest in that moment. And it might actually make a difference for someone else.