Declaring intentions

I haven't the sprightliness of mind to be deceptive. Twain noted that honesty is wise for the forgetful. I am glad that facility lends me to simplicity, but the plain truth is that I enjoy living with all my cards face up on the table. Drama and head games seem not only like too much effort, but it's hard to see what, in the long run, they even accomplish. As my life telescopes out like a Hitchcock camera trick, even short-term desires begin to be understood through a lens of eternal priorities. I think, for the first time, I actually know what I want.
It's been coming together for a few seasons, now. The underpinnings were constructed before work began on the frame. I appreciate that. God continues to reveal Himself to me in a way I am capable of understanding, and He teaches me with a personal attention to my needs that I can't even come up with a way to say "thank you" for. Let me follow the example I have been given.
The purpose of this point of digital tangency is to be a vehicle for me to write. Yes, I already have a webjournal. But that was created with a different purpose, and adapting it now would require not only the indulgence of my small audience, but a retooling of the space it occupies in my brain. Simpler to pull out a fresh piece of paper and start clean.

My Intention: To write. Something. Anything. Monday through Friday. Any day I don't post it here - if I wrote by hand or on my typewriter for example - I will summarize what I wrote on a subsequent day to stay accountable.

Any time that quantity becomes the driving animus of ones apical meristem, the fruits produced cannot be relied upon for safe consumption... I know this. But it is painfully obvious to me that writing something is superior if the alternative is to write nothing at all, paralyzed as I can become by spectres of insufficiency. I err now on the side of the prospecter, choosing to labor for value. Since my previous method was to wander around looking for nuggets exposed on the ground, at least if I continue to come up empty now I can hold my head high for the actual exertion required.
This will not be referred to as either a "project" or an "experiment". This is the new thing I'm doing in the morning. This is the groundwork for the rest of my life. This is what I need to do if the future I want is to happen.
The glimpse of it that I've seen is too good. There is simply no way I can justify not expending the effort. It has mystified me, how someone who enjoys writing as much as I do can avoid it so neurotically. But that's behind. Ahead is what I want, and this is the next step. Stating plainly my course. Now: to do it forever. No problem. Look - I've already done it today.
Fortunate is the man whose conscience moves him to changes so simple.

-J