The Good Patrons of 750 Words

A Note of Inspiration from Member July MS Sadowski

50 cups

I use all my cups, because I’ve lost them all. Since January 2018 I’d only missed one full day of writing— the day my Dad died. Until October 12, 2020. I don’t know if it was the trip and scheduled time off, or that we were off schedule a bit, but somehow I managed to go to bed and didn’t even remember I had not written. That has never happened. My streak came to an end and I didn’t even know it until the next day and there wasn’t an X in the box. Here I am, starting over again. The silver lining of this? I no longer have a precise day count since the day my Dad died. My streak was the count of how many days I’ve lived without him. It is freeing really, to not really know how long of forever it’s been since I heard his voice, since that last day. It’s okay and I’ve paid my $10 and will forgo my treat. I’ll spend November getting my name off the Wall of Shame and I’ll start to earn my cups again.

Testimonial Note from July MS Sadowski on Sun, Oct 18

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