His father had given him the journal shortly after he left—how long ago now? Three years?—and had, in white-out, written the words “WANT JOURNAL” on the cover. In this book his father had written as inscription and directive, “Write what you want. Every day, or as often as you can, write what you want. That way, whenever you’re confused or rudderless, you can look to this book, and be reminded where you want to go and what you’re looking for.”
– From Max at Sea by Dave Eggers (basically a partial retelling of Where the Wild Things Are)
I was going to write a different post to go along with that quote, but despite gorgeous weather and a really lovely outing with a coworker, today has turned out kind of crappy. I’ve got sharp shooting pains in my head/neck/shoulder area, I skipped my writers group, and I got in a fight with someone I love. (Two fights, really.)
So instead of that post, which let’s just go ahead and assume would have been both cute and profound, I’ll just sum it up with this:
Obviously I did not hit my 50k in 1 month mark. But I’m not stopping or giving up. September is the new August. I won’t forget my goals, the things that I want. I know where I want to go and what I’m looking for. I will get there, I will find it.