Okay, so this is the deal. With myself. The night before January first I decided that I was going to begin writing. Again. After a long hiatus of not “feeling it”. I knew I was ready. At that moment. On the eve of the new year. To share who I am, how I think, feel, and dream. I knew I’d write with determination. Commitment. And passion. For a total of 366 days, straight. For all of 2016. And I’ve been doing just that. Writing. Every day. Until. Yesterday. The day that slipped away.

Yet. I hadn’t realized I’d forgotten. To write. Even when I lay myself down to rest. For the night. And still, it hadn’t dawned on me. When. Early this morning. Around 3:21 AM. I woke up. Checked the time. Lay back. Breathed in the darkness of the room. Closed my eyes, gently. And listened to the sounds of the outside world.

But, then, suddenly. From out of nowhere. I heard my voice. Quietly. Calmly. In the stillness of the predawn hour.

Dang it! I forgot to write yesterday!    ¯\_(ツ)_/¯