They say it typically takes 30 days for any one activity to start becoming a habit. And so, by that logic, blogging has become a normal thing for me- a habit.
At this point, if you haven’t seen this coming, I’ve decided, is where the daily cranking of posts stops. Though I’ll be completely sad to do so, I’m almost positive everyone else had been screaming in agony by this point. Luckily, April’s now here, and they don’t have to take out our anger on the inventor of the blogging concept- they’re just thankful it’s all over. Me? I’d never think that way.
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I guess I do feel some sort of happiness now that it’s all over. But by doing this, I’ve been able to attain some sort of strange, self peace.
Prior to March, for a few years now, I’d been questioning myself: Am I achieving enough? With the exception of school, I don’t do much. In fact, I hardly do anything. I’ve made numerous promises myself, some of which include sleeping early, picking instruments back up, learning new languages, trying new things- none of which I stuck to. I was afraid that I’d become unnaturally lazy, all of sudden, and just at the start of high school.
Had I lost the ability to commit to things? If not, then why was I so, well, bad at it? Was there nothing I could commit to? It wasn’t like there was a solution.
And then suddenly yet another commitment came around the corner: blogging, writing, every day.
Yet, somehow, through my Sense of Commitment Deficiency, I did do it.
My writing is nowhere near the professionalism of some real, hardcore bloggers out there- they were mostly comprised of naive, disorganized ideas which may or may not have made sense to others.
But that doesn’t really matter. What does is the following:
I’ve learned how to write from multiple points of view.
I’ve learned how to be more empathetic to different points of view.
I realized that I could indeed commit to something.
I feel good- at the very least, better- about myself.
Just in the past few days, I’ve signed up for things I never would have signed up for had it not been for this newfound… confidence.
Yes, that’s a good thing.
Though, I will admit- through the days, my computer screen has been stared at by my poor eyes for way more than it should have. Behind the screen, I’m often actually stuck committing to an idea, and it often takes me a few hours to finally stick with a topic and finish the entry. It’s taken its toll- I feel as if my eyes are slowly reprimanding me more and more- If you don’t stop staring at that screen, I’m stopping our mutual relationship. The point is, I have to give the Internet less attention- though that’s hard, considering nearly everything is built around it. But that’s just another commitment.
I love hyperlinks.
Goodbye.
The above was an accurate depiction of what I felt.