I'm seriously second guessing this NaBloPoMo thing. One post a day for a month? Sure, I thought, sounds easy.
But, of course, November is turning out to be one of the busiest months, ever. And this week is no exception: I'm editing a book, proofing a magazine, taking classes as a full-time graduate student, and working as a graduate editorial assistant at a campus that is 30 minutes away (but it's paying my tuition, so I'm thankful for it). Honestly, these things, on their own, aren't so bad. I enjoy editing, my classes, and my assistantship.
But then there's this blog. After working in the morning, proofreading 25 pages, going on a four mile run, figuring out how to work the blasted FileZilla and writing a five page paper, I don't feel like blogging. What I really want to do is drink wine and watch something mindless on Netflix.
Too bad, so sad, the NaBloPoMo spirit whispers in my ear. You made a commitment, Honey.
She's right, you know. I did make a commitment, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't follow through (or at least try my best to do so) with every little commitment I make. And to make sure I don't forget this goal, I've written "blog" on the inside of my wrist everyday with red pen.
I'm curious if I'm the only one who does this. I mean, I like being busy, and I'm very thankful for all of the opportunities, but why do I go and set a personal goal in the midst of all of it? Am I the only one who does things like this?