Enough

I hurt every day. That is my normal. I have fibromyalgia. And because of that, I hurt. I don’t say this for sympathy, but to illustrate a point. All of us have up days. All of us have down days. Modern life wants us to be automatons. They want us to work the same every day. And we can’t. We are not machines.

And that’s okay. Every day I write one hundred words for this blog. Rarely more, but more if I feel up for it. Every day I write two hundred and fifty words towards my various projects, non-fiction content I call it. Every day I write two hundred and fifty words of fiction content for my various projects. None of them is a lot. And on good days I do a lot more. But on bad days, I do enough.

And enough adds up.