I’ve been feeling a sense of stubborn resistance to writing my daily blog post.

I need to stop questioning, and keep to the iron-clad trust that the writing, once I’ve gotten 10 or 15 minutes in, will lead me somewhere at least a little more interesting than where I begin.

When I question, I wonder how this self-indulgent little vanity project could ever lead me anywhere useful, whether it’s anything more than a distraction from my responsibilities. I worry about purpose.

But I need to remember running, and how my habits and activities often bring me unexpected transformation when I expect them to simply be tools to my goals. I need to remember to keep my hand moving across the page, and not expect a specific result.

In the posts of the first twenty percent of this project, I have been able to capture a few little vital things, moments hid inside my memory that I was able to draw out, at least in small pieces.