I wrote at least two hours, every day, for all of last week.
I missed yesterday, due to the chaos of moving in to my new house and a distinct lack of internet.
It takes three weeks for a habit to form.
It took one week for me to remember how much I love writing.
It took one day for me to become agitated about not writing.
It feels good to do what I’m meant to be doing.
The wheel keeps turning…