I should have written today. The plan was to write for just ten minutes. Not about anything in particular. Just open ended writng with nothing more than a blank page and a running clock. But I woke up late. Work was full of long meetings. And I forgot. Well, I mostly forgot. During the three plus hours of TV shows, I occasionally looked over at my journal. I could have chosen to work on this new habit, instead I chose consumption over creation. Sure I am writing this now, but this is more due to insomnia over an unhappy stomach. I don’t know if this is the beginning of a good habit. I think I hit ten minutes. Anyway I am getting tired now.
Maybe tomorrow I will do something I planned to do.