Day one hundred twenty-six of my 365 Day Writing Project.
Today was a gray Sunday afternoon, the kind that calls for curling up on the couch under a blanket with a good book, dozing off to sleep in a lazy haze. This morning I promised myself that once my kids and I returned from hockey and the littlest was down for her nap, I was going to write. Oh, did I want to break that promise. I was already saying in my mind, I don’t want to do this. It would have been so easy to listen to that.
I didn’t. Instead, I made myself a cup of coffee and grabbed some chocolate. I set both down next to my laptop and opened it. Let’s do this, I thought. So I did. As I sipped my coffee and nibbled my chocolate (one of my favorite combinations), I wrote more in one sitting than I have in a while. And it felt great. It had a lot to do with sugar and caffeine, but it also had to do with the feeling one gets when they push themselves through adversity to accomplish something. The adversity was my own lack of motivation. It had no chance against sugar and caffeine sprinkled with dedication and empowerment. I don’t want to do this turned into let’s do this and finally, yeah, I did this.
I’ll be honest. My ongoing dedication to write every day and the personal empowerment I harness to make things happen weren’t enough on their own today. Without a doubt, chocolate and coffee carried the day.