I am continuing the task of revisiting old posts and putting them into categories. I can barely remember the reason I committed to writing every day. Sometimes I slip into revising as though I were getting ready to publish the blogs, then I catch myself. It is difficult to read old blogs and realize that I have written some really poor ones. I can see stretches of time when the commitment to write every day was my only reason to write. This is the dark side of such a commitment. Nothing to write about? Write anyway. Feeling no inspiration? Write from your emptiness. Feeling grey? Force it. It all came through.
No place to hide. It is what it is.