I can’t seem to write anymore. And it’s not because I’ve lost the ability to, but I’m scared to admit that I’m at a loss of things to write about. My story hasn’t been too interesting lately, but I can rest assured knowing that I’ve at least tried. I’ve left my room and socialized. I’ve ventured out and found peace in being alone. Last week I built a fort, the other night I went to a concert, and yesterday I went to Ikea. Baby steps Meg, baby steps.
My story is starting to pick up. It’s getting more and more lively and the adventures are growing in number, but along the way there are going to be bumps of boredom and obstacles of being lazy. I continue to challenge myself to try something new everyday- to do something that scares you. Some days are spontaneously exciting, while others continue to follow the flow of life. So as I’m quickly approaching my 50 day mark, my hope is to press on the gas and accelerate this story into something out of this world.
For the next 50 days I want to wake up and start everyday as a new story. A new day to do anything in the world and enjoy the journey. I’m excited to start 50 happy days and see what incredible stories come from it. Time to start thinking about ideas for day 1 of 50 tomorrow.