The day that wasn't

I decided not to write yesterday, and to lose my 45-day-long streak.

It is the first time ever I do something straight for 45 days.

It has felt good.

Many things came to mind yesterday when I took the decision, but the one above all that counted was fatigue. Mental fatigue.

Many things happened yesterday, more even in the afternoon.

I felt I didn't have anything good to say. Plus, I felt my "creative" juices were absolutely depleted.

I thought about the concept of consistency and showing up, about how it is more about the reps, and so on, but honestly, at around 1900 I was so exhausted I just went to bed and called it a day.