I've been writing for 66 days now.  One post every day and this is my 66th.  I'm not sure if I actually thought I could stick with the whole "write something everyday" thing, especially because in the past most of the blog-type things I've attempted have failed miserably within a week.  I would write for a couple of days, get really discouraged when no one acknowledged my work, and, without the external motivation, quit.

But this time was a bit different.  I decided this time that I was doing this for me.  That writing something everyday would improve my writing abilities, increase my awareness of the world around me, challenge me in a way that I haven't been challenged before, and force me to spend time with my own thoughts everyday.

You see, when I decide to do things for other people, and then those other people don't show up to appreciate what I'm doing, or just appreciate silently, then I feel bad.  But when I do things for myself, then simply doing them makes me feel good about myself.  Simply writing something everyday, sticking to my goal, makes me feel good, regardless of whether or not there are comments, or "likes," or "reblogs."

When I do things for myself, the only person I need to impress is myself.  I've got high enough expectations for myself.  I don't need the expectations of others looming in on my life.

But 66 days,--that's pretty good.  That's way more than I expected.  That's more than a two months.  That's more than two months of doing something exclusively for me.

Here's to more for me!

Keep on thinking,
Josie