I wonder sometimes how badly I want to do this whole "writing thing". I wonder about it when quasi-regular commenters suddenly go silent, when I opt to watch a few episodes of "Bones" instead of hashing out some guest post ideas, when I simply avoid putting my butt in the seat and writing for whatever reason. I see the results for the people who do hustle, who do work, who do sacrifice, who feed that fire in their belly. And I wonder, "What am I missing? What is wrong with me?"
(In all honesty, I am simply lazy at times. I want the rewards without the effort.)
It would be easy to turn this into a "Woe is me" piece, but those are tiresome to write and probably not much better to read.
So instead I'm going to lace up my running shoes. After that I'm going to catch up on a bit of reading, clean my house, figure out what to make for supper, go to my office job.
All that to say I'll see you on Wednesday.