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My problem is the longer I do something, the less I want to do it. Even if it's good for me.

NaNoWriMo has been amazing. And yet, I find myself wanting to skip days. I think, what's one day? Who am I letting down?

Myself. I made a promise to myself that I would write and blog. If I miss a day, I'm disappointing the person I promised. How am I ever supposed to believe in myself if I can't fulfill anything?

I know it may seem like I'm making a big deal out of nothing. I don't have a real deadline. I don't have a fanclub waiting to read my story. But this is a reasonable thing to aspire to accomplish. It's a stepping stone. And I'm going to complete my motion. I'm going to get across the water!