Two hundred and fifty words, that’s my goal for each blog post.

When I was in the fourth grade, we had a substitute teacher who said that I was talking during reading time. I wasn’t. She still made me write a one hundred word essay. One hundred words. That was a lot for the fourth grade.

When I was in my twenties, I did NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. I wrote fifty thousand words in a month. Fifty thousand. That was a lot for a twenty something.

Tonight, I just need to write two hundred and fifty words.

When I’m considering what to write, I’m always thinking, “Will this be good enough for someone to read?” My greatest fear is to waste someone’s time with something I’ve done, with my writing or with my performing. My anxiety is pretty high right now in that regard.

Today is a power through day. I set out to write a blog post every single day and so I am powering through. I also set a goal to run a half marathon in May. Last night, I said to myself, “I need to get another training run in this week.” So, I set out my running clothes and I set my alarm for 6:00 AM so I could run three miles before work. I don’t even remember hitting snooze, all I know is I woke up to beeping around 7:08 AM. I failed in one goal today, I won’t fail in another.

The thing I like about running is that it gets easier. I get to a point where I tell myself just one foot in front of the other, just breathe, you’ve got this, just keep going, one foot in front of the other, and then run through the finish line.

This is my fifty-eighty blog post this year. That’s more than I wrote in all of 2017. One word after the other. Tonight I had to push through.

Three hundred and thirty words. Good night.