These past few days I've felt a bit pressed for time, unmotivated, and just in need of a good break.  I'm on vacation with my family (if you can call it that...it's a family reunion with 50 people in one house for a long-weekend...not so relaxing), just moved from one city, and am now heading home for a few weeks before moving to a new city.  I'm exhausted, and stressed, and anxious.  All I need is a few days with no commitments and nothing required of me. But I've made a commitment to write everyday.  A commitment that I'm proud of, and do not at all regret.  It's been a wonderful growing and learning experience for me, but it's really freaking hard.

Today is my 88th consecutive day writing, and this past week, with all of its chaos, I've realized that it's really hard to find something to write about everyday.  To come up with something new for 88 days in a row.  Something to write at least a few paragraphs about. It's really hard to devote the time to it everyday when I'm tired, or when there are other things that I want to do.  It's really hard to find internet access everyday for a long enough period of time two write something.  Not easy. 

But that's not a problem that's exclusive to blogging and writing.  That's a problem that simply comes with being a person. With being an almost adult.  Life is full of commitments that we have to make.  And those commitments are great, but they also prevent us from being able to do whatever we want, whenever we want to.  That's the way of the world, and the reason that the world goes round.  

Because we make commitments and we stick to them.  

Keep on thinking,

Josie