I did not intend to end my streak of consecutive days with a blog post, or walking 10k+ steps, or personal journaling. I didn’t do an effective job of ensuring it either. Nonetheless, when I opened my eyes this morning I felt relief. Yes, I felt relieved. The Streak became a thing to do for it’s own sake, a weight instead of a joy. I’m glad it’s over.

I toyed around with two ideas on my drive back from Charleston today. The first idea is to begin a new streak right away. I set a goal of 340 blog posts for my first full year of blogging, so I need to keep writing. Or, and this is the second idea, I could let it go. I need a day off every week to rest my mind and heart. If I did that, I’d end up around 325-330 posts.

I decided I’m ok with 325-330 posts. It’s still a lot of posts by any standard. I’m not sure how many other writers aim for a ridiculous number like that, but it can’t be many. For my sake, I need the day off.

I know I will write the rest of my life, not matter what. Writing is an outlet and becomes a history. I can see how I evolved over time, in good and not so good ways. Regardless, I don’t need to hit some number. This is a long-haul thing. No need to burn out.

Thank you Lord for loving me. Thank you for streak and new ways to live. Thank you for protecting my heart when I couldn’t.

Amen.