I discovered that being creative is like exercise. If you stop doing it regularly, you’ll soon stop doing it at all.

Last year, I was shooting to write 365 blog posts. After reaching that goal, I decided to cut back and write 52 posts for the rest of this year.

Guess how many posts I’ve written since then?

Eleven.  Not bad if I were shooting for a post a month… But I was aiming for a post a week. Doh!

It’s not that I didn’t have anything to post about. I didn’t have the “energy” or “desire” to post.

And missing a week quickly turned into missing a couple of weeks.

Ideas that seemed relevant and urgent months ago, no longer seemed necessary.

Worst of all, I feel like I’ve failed. That I’ve let myself down by not following through.

That feeling of failure doesn’t make me want to write, either. It makes me want to sit down in front of the TV and eat nachos.

The time keeps passing and the goal slips further away.

Here we are, and it’s December tomorrow. Reaching the goal seems unlikely.

Impossible, almost.

But then I remember my “backup year”. The year of the Groon. My year. It ends on my birthday, so I don’t have a month left in the year. I have almost a whole quarter.

Almost three months left!

And then, the goal doesn’t seem so unattainable after all.

All I need is some energy and focus. I can still do it.

Thinking “I can” is a powerful tool!

I’m rolling up my sleeves and getting my fingers ready for typing.

Sometimes the secret to finishing something is moving the finish line a little.

Now, I need to get this ball rolling again and not “stop”. At least not for very long.