This is what happened when I gave myself a break

66 day writing streak broken. 

Let me explain. 

Prior to my trip to Ghana I had a 66 day writing streak. 

For 66 days straight I sat at my desk and wrote three pages. 

Every single day for 2 months. 

I filled 3 moleskine notebooks and used countless pens. 

It became a beautiful habit, something I looked forward to. 

I kept showing up, day after day. 

Often within those 1,000 words were prayers.

Me talking to God. 

Often they were mind dumps. 

Heart dumps. 

I would take whatever was on my mind, and whatever was on my heart, and dump it on the page. 

It became therapeutic. 

Once I wrote it down, once I gave it to God, I considered it done. 

Handled. 

Settled. 

My streak began on 1-2-22 and it ended on 3-9-22. 

I was traveling to Ghana that day and time got away. 

The plane was scheduled to depart at 11:55pm, but the only thing I remember departing was me from my 66,000 word streak. 

I was upset. 

I blew it. 

My goal was 90 days, I was super close, but I messed it up. 

I gave some thought to pretending it never happened, but it felt like cheating to me and I wanted to be true to myself. 

I thought about how I failed, how I’d never get to 90 days. 

“Man, if you can’t travel and write then….”

“What are you going to do, not travel?” 

And then I heard these 3 words. 

“Let it go” 

You mean how I’d been doing for the previous 66 days? 

Was this the God I had been writing to, writing back? 

“Let it go” - “Give yourself a break” 

A mind dump. 

A heart dump. 

It’s done. Handled. Settled. 

I didn’t write that day. 

But I did right that day. 

I let it go and gave myself a break.