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You Just Have To Show Up
Day 2 of my 100 day writing challenge is here, and although I knew it was going to be hard, now I know just how hard it is.
I woke up early, after a night plagued with nightmares. My day actually went well, but I ran my tail off for nine hours. Followed that by an hour commute to the new house, two hours of digging up roots, an hour home, and I still had to make dinner for the family.
This is where I stalled out.
And the excuses started to flow.
My back hurts, my feet are aching, I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I want nothing more than to lay in bed and watch some TV before crashing. I deserve that, don’t I? After all, I worked hard, not only at work but after as well.
But then the guilt came.
I promised myself that I would write and post every single day. I promised myself that I would treat this just like a part-time job.
When I am tired, I don’t call in to work. I pull up my big girl britches, take a deep breath, and get through my shift. I may make some mistakes because of my lack of sleep, but I show up and I do my best.
Yesterday, I actually wrote two posts; one which I submitted to a publication. Couldn’t I count that one as the one for today?