Proof of Life

It seems that I failed my commitment to write something every day.

There was no major event, no catastrophe that prevented me from doing so. I was simply working on a larger essay, related to Easter.

Every day I ended up not publishing it and promising myself that I would do it the next day. But I could never get it to a state that I felt comfortable sharing. I didn’t like the end result, and sometimes a bad essay just needs extra polish, but this time, it turned out not to be the case.

And of course, once lost the thread, once the sequence is broken, that commitment to publish every day… It feels far more difficult to resume.

But here I am, ready to start again. Sometimes, we all have to stop for a moment and sit on a bench by the side of the road, close our weary eyes for a spell.

And now… Back on the path.