I was just laying in bed, thinking, “I’m so grateful to have this challenge of writing 100 days in a row. What it’s showing me is that there doesn’t always have to be a perfect reason to write. Writing, itself, is a perfectly good reason.”
Then I whispered over to C, “Oh shoot, I forgot to blog today!”
“Do it,” he said.
“I’m, like, half asleep.”
“Make it a quick one. You said a hundred days in a row.”
So here I am, on day 45 out of 100. The day I almost forgot.
small life, slow life 