Friday’s dawn broke my restless slumber with an infernal throbbing and banging punctuated by icepick-induced stabbing pains indicative of a full-blown migraine. I longed to block jagged piercing sunbeams from my sensitive eyes, pull the covers over my head, and curl into a tiny insignificant ball of non-functioning human pain. But I have a finely honed sense of duty. People depend on me, and from experience, I realize if I let the migraine win, then by default, I lose. As a bona fide Type A personality, I’m a sore loser. It’s best not to poke that bear.
I struggled to stand upright, fumbled to make my morning pot of Joe, cranked the shower to hot, and ticked through my trusty list of pain management/mitigation tools. Just another day of business, as usual. Consulting my schedule, I pushed tasks requiring concentration and a clear head to the back-burner. Instead, I focused on the mundane, the rote, and the habitually routine activities I prefer to skip. There is value in every single day, even if all you manage is the completion of annoying, thoughtless jobs. I celebrated with a tiny, quiet huzzah as I moved them all to the Ta-Done list.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 490 (countable) words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer