As loose a dog as I appear sometimes, I do often manage to make plans, secretly hope, and even occasionally carry out plans and see those hopes fulfilled. Yeah, I am not as free a spirit as I would have myself believe. I guess I fall somewhere above clueless flounder and just shy of average flounder. Definitely far below anal retentive flounder though. "Good enough" is often over reaching my expectations.
I entered this year hoping, scheming and conniving ways to make sure I wrote more blog posts than last year's 199. I have even been keeping track of the numbers of useless words I have tried to put together into sentences that may make some sense to someone other myself. I haven't tallied the words up yet, but I am currently at 159 posts with 61 days left in the year. It is looking like I might just do it. Of course the quality of this record breaking effort will be as it always is, in the eye of the beholder.
At this point in the year I sit down to write and wonder why creating a new milestone based on numbers is important. Well, I guess it isn't important. And it has no meaning to anyone but myself. Right about now, I am not feeling the importance as keenly as I did when I banged out a post a day back in January. I even gave up many days of potential posts just to pay more attention to my bike shop. Imagine finding anything more important than writing inanities and nonsense.
Keeping promises and following through may have even more importance when that promise is made to ourselves. If the first person I disappoint is myself, it becomes so much easier to disappoint others.
Photo by Mrs Maze
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