I am writing every day for 100 days. Thats lots of days. I’m not totally sure I’ve done anything optional for 100 days in a row ever.

So today is day 1. This should be easy.

Its not.

Topics I considered:

  • Sunshine, snow and ice…but I am getting bored of the polar vortex, and that’s me being nice.
  • Different roles we play. How to stay ourselves as we shift in our relationships with others.
  • A follow up to the minecraft post that involves graphic and upsetting images. Which I would depict, but would describe, and then I decided I didn’t even want to describe them because it turns out Nicole’s parents read this blog (hi) and at least one person in the administration at our school (hi) and Steve’s aunt (hi). So that couldn’t work.
  • How well my medication is working. (Quite well. Just today I have had tea with a friend, done 3 loads of laundry worked on two real world projects, prepped to volunteer at Oliver’s school, fed the cat, cleaned myself, cleaned cat pee, gone to the doctor, had lunch with a friend, visited another friend at work, and planned my winter TV schedule. Someone should give me a goddam cape because I am a super hero. Sure that might be a regular day for the rest of you super heroes…but in my world that deserves a cape. Oh! AND I went to the mailbox, emptied it, recycled the bits we don’t need and left the bill on top of the pile instead of burying it under a catalogue. That is the cherry on my day in the life of a functional person sundae.)
  • Then I decided I needed a prompt so I started looking though Cards Against Humanity for a prompt. That wasn’t the best idea. For the same reasons I can’t describe the most horrible link that Leo clicked on because of his minecraft skype connection. It was called Happy Puppies. There were no puppies. There was no happiness. It put the whole box of cards against humanity to shame. Don’t search for it. Really.

After rejecting all of those ideas I turn to the internet for writing prompts. The internet thinks that only high schoolers need writing prompts. This makes me think of my college application which was in part about this guy.

Which reminds me that I found all of my elementary school journals and I was going to take a look at them. Its possible that I wrote for 100 days in a row because my mother forced me to keep a journal. However that was not intrinsically motivated. So I’m not sure it will count.

I’m just going to leave this flapping out here. Tell me…have you ever done something for 100 days in a row?

Please guess in the comments how many days I can stick with this. Do not worry about hurting my feelings. It might just motivate me to keep going. All of you…the thousand people who read this post. Just leave yourself anonymous and put a number there. Between 0 and 100. But don’t put 0. Unless you want to lose.

See you tommorow?

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Anna Rosenblum Palmer is a freelance writer based in Denver, CO. She writes about sex, parenting, cat pee, bi-polar disorder and the NFL; all things inextricably intertwined with her mental health. In her free time she teaches her boys creative swear words, seeks the last missing puzzle piece and thinks deeply about how she is not exercising. Her writing can be found on Babble, Parent.co, Great Moments in Parenting, Ravishly, Good Men Project, Sammiches and Psych Meds, Playpen, Crazy Good Parent, and YourTango. She also does a fair amount of navel gazing on her own blog at annarosenblumpalmer.com.

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