on not writing

Moleskineh

I have not written anything in days. My mind is racing, eager to write but prevented by my own stubbornness. Why? My calendar is packed, as we have two family birthdays and Christmas celebrations in the next seven days. It doesn't take much time to write, but it does take some...and that precious "some" is what I have been unwilling to yield. And for what? Marginally more available time in the day to cram full of other things? Hardly a good or reasonable answer.

As with any habit, the further away you get from the last time you practiced it, the easier it is to put off yet again. Skip the gym for one day, and it's easy to get back to it. Skip the gym for a month or so, and it's nearly impossible to regain your momentum and drive. So it is with writing, reading, family worship, and (fill in the blank).

And so today I write, even if only to write about my lack of writing.

I look forward to taking time away from everything else to write for a few moments each day. I treasure the opportunity as a time to pause, release, and recharge before jumping back into the stream of busyness that surrounds this time of year. The feeling is a distant second to times of prayer and bible reading, but for those who are familiar with this sort of rejuvenation--as I assume many of you are--writing for me is similar. A time to listen. A time to think. A time to create.

Let this exercise today be an encouragement to keep good habits nearby where they may be nurtured and enjoyed, practiced and honed, kept alive and even strengthened. If you want to develop the habit of writing, write. To develop the habit of prayer, pray. To develop any habit, do it...and continue doing it until it becomes part of who you are. Then, when life derails your practice, it is easier to get back to the routine.

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