I’ve realized that I need to play hooky from this blog sometimes. Or maybe I just want to. Yesterday was like that.
I committed to doing something brave every day for a year, and so far I have. Sometimes you need a microscope to see the bravery, but still. I have stood up for myself. I have spoken my mind. I have willingly looked ridiculous, and I have tried new things. And I will continue to do so.
But on my busier days, writing this blog can seem like a chore, one that’s really hard to fit in. When that happens, I’m taking the day off.
Sounds simple, but it’s difficult for me to say it. I have this thing about keeping promises. It’s mostly a good thing (I am pretty reliable), but it can be unnecessarily constricting. At the risk of sounding like the 50% of married couples who throw in the towel, sometimes it makes sense to change the nature of a commitment. When it doesn’t work. When it becomes clear that upholding the letter of it doesn’t always uphold the spirit of it.
No one gets hurt if I skip a day. So why let the idea that I SHOULDN’T dictate my actions?
A wise friend counseled me that if blogging doesn’t meet one of my goals (becoming more brave, becoming a better writer, having fun), then I should at least consider blowing it off until it does.
So that’s why there was no post yesterday.
However, I did tap dance with Diane yesterday, the happiest person on the planet. She offered us lollipops after class with no sense of irony whatsoever. I want to synthesize her DNA into pill form.
Today I am taking another voiceover class and identifying scripts for my demo. So I’m moving forward with that venture.
See, I’m not lying down on the job when it comes to brave stuff. Just, you know, blogging about it. Sometimes.
I promise to post tomorrow. And you know how I am with promises.