I can no longer count the number of times I've set out to start a new blog. It seems the last effort was just about two years ago.
The pattern is typically the same; always during some new fit of insomnia, during hours I should rightfully be unconscious, a sudden urge to return to writing, followed by far too long spent staring at a blank screen. I always find I am most ambitious while laying in bed endeavoring to do the absolute least I am mentally and physically capable of. All my goals seem so much simpler, so clearly laid out, from the comfort of a darkened bedroom. It may just be that from under the covers, with "today" resigned to history, and "tomorrow" only an idea interceded by glorious unwaking hours, the urge to procrastinate and avoid serious issues is subdued.
It's really simple to tell myself I'm going to start running every day, and write some short stories, and keep in better touch with my friends, and look for a better job, and do my taxes, and visit my parents more, and tell someone I still love them, and a million other things when it's 2 A.M. and there is absolutely no chance I need to do any of it just then.
From my pillow, tomorrow seems excitingly close, and comfortably far away.
I do sincerely hope to stick with this. I used to quite enjoy trying to articulate things that, for the last decade or so, I've been content to internalize or ignore. Hopefully this is not a one-off, late night brainstorm that withers immediately upon waking.
