I set a goal to publish something every day – and I’ve missed the last four days.

My default mode on a situation like this would be to beat myself up a bit. Get down on myself, purposefully not acknowledge it here, and let the goal die.

But this weekend on my run, I knew that wasn’t how I wanted to handle this.

Run thoughts are money btw

Sooooo I got curious instead of getting condescending. I asked myself how I managed to get on an exercise streak years back that is still going pretty strong.

I gave myself credit for even 1 mile runs. Ten minutes of yoga. After I had Archer and was recovering from my C-section I would count pushing the stroller around the neighborhood. 

But when it comes to writing I always feel like it needs to be this epic thought provoking thing. 

Maybe it can be a quick musing. 

I want the days of beating myself up to be over. That’s a streak I’d really like to start. And I’ll also forgive myself for missed days.