every day i (don't have to) write the book

since making the commitment to myself to post something on my blog every day, i certainly realized in the back of my mind that some days would produce thoughtful, interesting ideas that i could put into the universe via this avenue. and in recognizing this, i must also confess that i realized there would be days like this; days that are quiet, subdued, entirely necessary....and fairly devoid of poignant, personal, shareable ideas. and since i promised not to be too hard on myself regardless of the type of entry i would be making, i relieved myself of all guilt ahead of time. that's a new one for me. i often wear guilt like an undershirt. the kind of undershirt that doesn't fit quite right and has stains from who-knows-what. it's time for a new wardrobe. inside and out. and this time, these won't be any emperor's clothes. they'll be mine. all mine. how they fit is entirely up to me. and i like that. i really really like that. so here we are, at the end of today's entry. i did what i promised myself i would do. so far so good. i haven't changed the world, but neither has the world changed me. all that's changed is my undershirt. i can totally live with that.