Today is Monday.
It is also day 4 of my most recent attempt to cultivate a daily writing practice.
But today did not begin the way I envisioned the night before.
I did not get out of bed at 4 AM to write the way I had in the past 3 days.
No.
It’s well after 9 PM, but I’m here.
I’m committed.
This chain formed from links of consistency remains unbroken.
I’m a writer, now and forever.
And though I came close to making excuses, I still showed up.
I am here.
And today, I took a step.