It was going to be a way to practice writing each day. Even if it was something dumb or inane. Just a way to practice. Kind of like mental push ups.
And now, 2,100 days later I'm still at it. Haven't missed a day. Though I came close a few times. Once when I was in the hospital. And another time when I was in Mexico and couldn't figure out the wifi.
When I started I made a commitment to do a year. Then it turned into another year. Then I said, well, I'll stop at 1000. Now, I don't know.
But for some reason it's hard to stop. Just when I get ready to say enough is enough, a parent will write and thank me for giving them a different perspective on how to deal with an addict family member.
So then the ego kicks in. And I think well that's worthwhile because it helped somone, and I keep going.