Commitment to creativity.

I often get a little down on myself at the end of each day, when I take the brief moment or two to scrawl out a generally underwhelming entry, and I ponder to myself some of the reasons for my deficiency. I often internally give the excuse that because I write on such a frequent basis that I generally have less energy to give overall since the quantity somehow eclipses the probability of quality... but, I am beginning to think I have been mistaken in this thinking.

It all comes down to a commitment. I am not sure if it needs to be external but it needs to be real for sure. I wonder why I have so much trouble doing homework, reading books, caring about my outward appearance, or making important personal changes in my life. I wince in exasperation when I consider my general inability to regulate my sleeping habits with any proficiency. And, yes again, it all comes down to commitment.

Recognition of my faults and devotion to correct behavior is a start but it is merely just that... a start. Commitment pushes into the uncomfortable, lackluster, sometimes painful experience of unachieved goals and extends forward into successful navigation of the challenges at hand. Simply put: commitment takes practice, too.

And a really good memory does not hurt... most of the time.