Journaling about the journal today. I started journaling to capture bits of life and bits of work, for similar reasons: remember to live and remember to work; do both of them well. I’m going to start getting more concrete about each; both. Writing about life is easy (so long as I am alive) but work doesn’t just happen. I want to know when I haven’t done it.
I’m going to start creating an entry for each, grouped by day. I want to stare at the blinking cursor when I haven’t done the work and realize that I’d better do some work—any work—if I want it to stop just blinking back at me. If I really have nothing to write, I want to write nothing, and know that I wrote nothing. I want to query for the date and get null.
That’s what will happen today, and it hurts a bit, but that’s sort of the point. I won’t beat myself up too much, but I want to feel the little pang of.. something. Even if it’s simply to avoid embarrassment, I want to push the work along enough to write something, and without that something being bullshit. Is this about life? It’s all life, I guess, if not death.