“It’s been 4 days since your last post….are you having technical difficulties?” a friend emailed.
I didn’t know she was even reading my blog. I didn’t know if anyone was reading my blog.
I had gone to Stanley Park everyday. I wrote everyday, a first draft anyways. I did not post these stories on Friday December 9th, Saturday December 10th or Sunday December 11th.
But the difference was I had no inner battle. My inner critic was quiet. No excuses of why I had no time. No justification why I didn’t post a story. No guilt. No pressure. No two-way conversations at all.
I had simply chosen my actions with intention. I went to the Park. I wrote my stories. And for a variety of reasons, I gave myself permission to take the days off. I was at peace with my choices. See? I don’t even feel compelled to explain my reasons.
I only laughed when I got her email. Father I have sinned, it’s been 4 days since my last post...
While I originally sought outside accountabiity, the accountability I needed was to myself. What a difference of thought from a few weeks ago in Two Conversations.
I have since posted Day 24 Beach Chair Part 2. I’m going to keep Day 25, 26 and Day 27 as a long weekend off.
This was Day 28.
This was a good day.
Check out the next story in the series, Day 29: On Writing.
Photo by PeterCastleton