Promise, kept

I’m writing this blog daily as an antidote to perfectionism. It’s impossible to write and share something real, personal, relatable, and meaningful – every single day. 

So, my plan for 2026 is to show up daily and share something real. That’s the rule. Just be real. 

It’s a trick I’m borrowing from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. She publishes a poem every day and has for many years. She told me that she started this, in part, because it’s impossible to write a great poem every day. (Though if there’s anyone who has done this, it’s her!)

I’m not far into my journey. But I admit: I underestimated how hard it would be to show up. And today, having the time and inclination yet not being able to write anything that feels worthy of sharing makes me want to quit, immediately.  

I mentioned this to my kid, who reminded me that days like today are exactly the reason I made this commitment to myself. 

She’s right. So, I’ll write. And share. Even this, which amounts to nothing more than me whining and wishing I didn’t make this stupid promise to myself. I’m grumpy and bitter and ashamed of my lack of brilliance. 

But these words will be posted, and these words are real.