I made a goal last November of updating my site everyday. I vowed to do a series: New Year, New Me. This is the final post of that series. Some days I had a better objective than others; this includes something more ready to say.
My main goal was to produce. To sit down, think through a plan, and see it through. I did that, every day. I was also able to design a format for past series, and figure out how to blend different forms of media.
Doing a daily practice makes months seem longer and shorter at the same time. I was looking for a post, to share it with a friend, and couldn't believe how many days had passed since writing the piece. But in other ways, time goes by much differently. I rolled an ankle. Prior to that, I'd been running and exercising on the regular. One injury can be quite a setback. I realized how dangerous setbacks are, as well.
Booze and working out provide me with the same endorphin rush. A couple beers help me relax, for sure. They also provide a great excuse for eating unhealthy. If I go and exercise, I feel great, but I also eat better. I got the taste of my gut receding, which felt great. I also saw that when I'm lax for a few days, it comes right back.
My days also have a new rhythm to them with the series. I was productive in many areas of my life. Some days as I write, I'm better than others. Some, not a whole lot of good comes. But, by starting and writing, and then publishing, I'm starting the day with a W. This carries over, I feel like, to other areas.
Prior to doing what I love in the am, I felt a rush. The timer would go off, and I'd be like, 'ok. Now I gotta rush to get ready'. Now, when I finish a post, or get some content ready, I feel like I've accomplished something and leave for 'work' from that place. It's nice.
Some conclusions I'll draw are this: I feel better overall when I work out, I must write, and I function better when I'm more intentional.