One day at work, when I was having a particularly bad day, I jokingly told a colleague I was just having a existential crisis. She looked at me quizzically, and said, “Really? I’ve never had one of those.”
“You’re lucky,” I said, “I have at least one a year.” We laughed, she because she thought I really was joking, and me, because…well, I wasn’t. I can’t say that I’m having one now, but due to events in my life, I am doing my typical uselessly-looking-inward exercise. Again. Yelling at myself because as I well know, ideas without actions are regrets, yet here I am regretting my inactions.
One thing I have always wanted to do is write a book, so I have signed up for NaNoWriMo. I don’t know that I will get to 50,000 words in a month–but something is better than the nothing I’m currently doing. I don’t have to post my novel publicly–and frankly, I’m not sure I want to–so that leaves the question of accountability. Which is why, in my infinite wisdom, I have also signed up for NaBloPoMo. *sigh* This could backfire terribly.
Wish me luck!