Did you read day 26? I’m not even supposed to be here writing anymore.

Here’s what happen on day 26…

It was a normal Friday. I went to work, took a nap, went out on a date with my husband.

I was in the car riding home from the movies and I glanced at the clock… 11:55 pm.

Oh no! I hadn’t written anything yet! Maybe I should quickly jump on my phone and type a few words to publish before it was too late!

Nope. I’m not doing that. I’ll figure it out tomorrow.

Here we are, at tomorrow. I could beat myself up over missing a day, and therefore breaking my goal and streak of writing every single day. What purpose would that serve?

Do I need to be so rigid that’s it’s either this or that? I do it perfect or not at all?

There was a time that I thought this was the way it should be. That’s not how I think anymore.

The me who writes these passages each day is perfectly imperfect.

I feel more pride in this person that is willing to embrace failure than the one who used to believe you do it perfectly or not at all.

If I focused on tearing myself down instead of embracing who I am, I would have completely missed this moment of brilliance.

Only a genius, would take a misstep of missing 1 day of writing, and turn it into 2 days from nothing.