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Feb. 1st, 2019 03:33 pmJanuary 2019 was the first time in over two and a half years in which I wrote my 750words every single day.
Today will be day 56 --eight straight weeks of actually writing my damn words. I haven't had a streak this long since the 84 days I kept it going in early 2016. (I've now defeated four lesser streaks that I bothered to record in my little data-file).
And you know? Overall? I feel good about this. I feel good about _me_. I am in no way a perfect person. I am, in many ways, a fucking disaster of an ADHD service hedonist. There's a lot of things that could be _much better_ about my day-to-day life, starting with cleaning my room and actually buying groceries sometime.
But the way my memory works is through heavy external braining, and the way my soul works is through words and words and blessed text. So while not all my words have been happy, and while I've been...pretty rough for parts of this this streak, I think right now I'm finding a Self who likes the way they exist in the world.
I am a better person when I write regularly. I am in better touch with my wants and needs, I am in better cope about the Bad Shit, I am even able to use it to supplant some of the executive functioning I just do not have.
And damn, it's nice to bring my creative focus back to long-form journaling. It's nice to have you all here!
Let's see if I can keep it up for another month.
~Sor
MOOP!
Today will be day 56 --eight straight weeks of actually writing my damn words. I haven't had a streak this long since the 84 days I kept it going in early 2016. (I've now defeated four lesser streaks that I bothered to record in my little data-file).
And you know? Overall? I feel good about this. I feel good about _me_. I am in no way a perfect person. I am, in many ways, a fucking disaster of an ADHD service hedonist. There's a lot of things that could be _much better_ about my day-to-day life, starting with cleaning my room and actually buying groceries sometime.
But the way my memory works is through heavy external braining, and the way my soul works is through words and words and blessed text. So while not all my words have been happy, and while I've been...pretty rough for parts of this this streak, I think right now I'm finding a Self who likes the way they exist in the world.
I am a better person when I write regularly. I am in better touch with my wants and needs, I am in better cope about the Bad Shit, I am even able to use it to supplant some of the executive functioning I just do not have.
And damn, it's nice to bring my creative focus back to long-form journaling. It's nice to have you all here!
Let's see if I can keep it up for another month.
~Sor
MOOP!