I used to be a creature of habit.
A focused machine.
I'd set a goal and damn it, no matter what, I made sure I got to where I wanted to go.
These days, not so much.
40 days of daily writing petered out at 10. Or maybe 11. I wasn't keeping track the way I used to.
And so, I'm starting today.
Today is day one.
I'm hoping to change, at least a bit, back into who and let go, at least a bit, of who I've become.