September 8, 2007
If I hadnít made a commitment to myself to finish an entire year of posting my hundred words a day, I might just blow September off. This is an old problem of mine, the pattern I have of dropping commitments, not finishing what I start. Itís like the garden, which at the moment is overrun by weeds and suffering from neglect. I havenít weeded in weeks, but over the summer, I weeded some every day. Iíve lost momentum, Iím not carrying it through to the end. I hate that I do that. I want to change. I am changing now.