Wednesday is here again. When I looked at my 2014 blog stats last week, the one thing that stood out was the reliability of the Wednesday blog post. I tried different days in the beginning of the year, but once I landed on Wednesday, some time in May, I stayed there. The graph is a straight line after that, a blog post every Wednesday from May through December. I like that straight line. I like being able to depend on myself to publish something every Wednesday.
Maybe not something brilliant, maybe not something wonderful, but something. The reason that line is so reliable is that I gave myself permission to just be honest, even if that made for a lame blog post. I’m here, I show up and I tell the truth. That’s all I need to do. The truth about today is that I have a cold. I have had it for about two weeks and I’m tired of it. I am also cranky.
I visit Facebook and I see all these posts about all these wonderful resolutions folks are making and they just make me tired. I need to rest, not make resolutions. I will do stuff in 2015, really I will, but I’m not going to post on Facebook or on my blog about what that stuff might be.
There will be stuff, okay? If you are a follower of mine, you know what I’ll be doing between now and my February eighth blogiversary. My goal for this blog year is to paint fifty paintings and I have painted thirty. I mentioned this last week and I hoped I would be able to report this week that I had painted, but, alas, I have not. I realize what this means.
It means I’m going to have to follow up the December Sketch-a-Day challenge with a similar painting challenge if I’m going to have any hope of meeting my goal. For the record, I did complete the December Sketch-a-day challenge. As far as I know, I am the only person who did. When I say I will do something, I will move Heaven and Earth to get that thing done. This makes me pretty careful about what I say I will do.
I’m not making any New Year’s resolutions. Blog goals seem to work for me, because the need to post something every week holds me accountable. I don’t have a lot of followers but I value the ones I have because they bear witness to my struggles and to my mistakes and to my successes. A few good friends and relations read every post and comment on almost every post. You know who you are and I hope you know that I treasure your contributions.
You are the reason I keep showing up. Thank you.