A. once told me that I’m incapable of doing one thing every single day. (We were going another round at our ongoing challenge called “I do so much more than you around this house”, and he was trying to prove a point.) I disagreed: “You could not be more wrong! I shower every day! I eat everyday! Ha!” “I mean something OTHER than your self maintenance.” A. replied, “Some chore, or responsibility, you do every day, EVERY DAY, without cutting corners, without slacking, no i’ll-do-it-tomorrows and no cover-for-me-todays. You just can’t do it, can you?”

I had to admit he was right. I HATE IT WHEN HE’S RIGHT. Grrrr. But he was. I have this horrible tendency to procrastinate (hey, didn’t we talk about it already?), and to believe that tomorrow is another day. Then tomorrow becomes the day after tomorrow, and then Sunday and oops, it’s been two weeks.

I find that it’s harder to resume blogging than it is to start blogging. Starting to blog is a tabula-rasa state, the only way to go is up. But resuming blogging is a matter of getting your groove back, getting back with the rhythm. Not as easy.

Yet here I am, resuming. Promising myself that this is going to be the one thing I’m not going to cut corners on, the one thing I will do everyday. Almost.

P.S: it makes me feel slightly better that I’m not the only one who can’t keep her posting rate up.

procrastination, meta-blogging