60 days ago, I began writing on purpose, every day for at least 7 minutes. The value of repetition when trying to improve any new skill has been a recurring theme in my reading. I decided that my next step as a “real writer” was to cultivate a writing habit.
I wanted to take the pressure of publishing, photo editing, or headline creation off the table. My 7 minutes of writing would be done in my journal, for my eyes only. I want to share my work, rather than hoard it for myself. As a recovering perfectionist, however, the desire to make what I share flawless often keeps me from hitting publish.
(I hesitate to share those words. After all, I’m sure plenty of bad writing – both grammar and content – is found on this site. I’m trying to believe that “shipped” – as Seth Godin refers to completed art – is better than that which is never shared due to the flaws.)
For #100DaysofFraddtasticWriting, most of my work takes place in my standard journal, first thing in the morning. My alarm goes off at 5:55 (such a pretty number!) and I head towards the coffee pot. After catching up on my social notifications, I set the stage to begin.
I fluff my pillows on the love seat, set my mug on the coffee table, kick my feet up, and chose the pen color of the day. With my phone playing the “relaxing guitar” Spotify station, I set the alarm for 7 minutes and get to work.
Within the first few weeks, I learned that writing one full page takes approximately my time allotment. Given this, somedays I give myself a bit of grace and just write until the page fills, rather than following the exact rules.
While traveling in early May, I didn’t want to take my personal journal to a friend’s house. Instead, I chose to write about fairly innocuous topics in my bullet journal for the appropriate amount of time.
After the first 30 days, I grew bored with writing whatever was on my mind. Pinterest came to the rescue with journal prompts, and I pinned monthly cue lists to my “Write Now” board. The critter invasion earlier in the month steered me back towards writing out what was on my mind – anxiety, fears, and frustrations, but I’ve since gotten back to lists of daily suggestions.
I assumed the daily journaling would encourage me to write more to share, whether it be on this site or on social media. The initial bump notwithstanding, that hasn’t happened the way I anticipated. I’ve got an organizational line-up of potential topics, I’ve just not made the time to post more consistently.
My inner critic (I’m a type 1, for those familiar with the Enneagram) wishes the project had produced more thus far. Part of me wants to remind Hilda (is naming my inner critic after a Valkyrie too complimentary?) that 40 percent of the challenge still remains. Then again, that would imply that “production” was the goal of the challenge, and that’s just not true.
My goal for #the100dayproject was to establish a daily journaling habit. I’ve yet to miss a day, making #100DaysofFraddtasticWriting already a success. I look forward to what the final month has in store for me.
Have you participated in the challenge? How about the intentions set at the start of the year? Does your motivation to reach those goals remain? Or are you struggling? I encourage you not to give up. If you’ve gotten off track, examine why you wanted to work toward the goal. If you just picked the wrong goal, ditch it and move on to the next project. If you still want to work towards that achieving that challenge, get back at it. The start of the month is almost here. June is the new January. Let’s encourage each other to never give up on ourselves, shall we?