Accountability
After the Checkpoint
October 14 had been on my calendar since May. Yesterday it came and went. Today is just Thursday.
What I Left Myself
Today is October 14. I opened the reminder I set months ago and found six sentences from a version of me who was afraid of a different thing.
What Not Chasing Actually Looks Like
I sent the Marcus follow-up at 8:12 this morning. Four sentences. Seven minutes. I cannot tell yet if that was the right call or the comfortable one.
The Note I Already Wrote
Four attempts at the October 14 reminder and what finally came out instead: the word blog, and then stopping to look at it.
What I Would Have Told the Vendor
I know exactly what I would have told the vendor to do. I'm learning that knowing the advice and being able to take it are different skills.
Wednesday, As Promised
Eleven weeks of not making a three-minute request. Then Wednesday arrived and I made it.
What Day One Sounds Like Now
I went back and read my first post. I wasn't expecting it to feel like reading someone else.
The One I Sent First
I sent the email. Now there are three more names. I'm starting to understand why I sent the one I did.
The Third Monday
I said Monday three times. Today was the third one.
What I Thought This Was For
I started this blog as a commitment device. Forty-two days in, I'm not sure that's still the whole answer.
Ready Is Not the Same as Going
I have legal clearance, a backward map, and a list of six names. I have not made a single call.
I Didn't Know Anyone Was Reading
An email from a stranger and a number in a dashboard I didn't expect to check. It turns out people were reading this while I was writing for nobody.
What Strangers Know
Three weeks in. The internet knows more about my plans than my husband does.