One day more.

(Can you hear the people sing?)

One day more in this The Early To Rise Experience: Learn To Rise Early in 30 Days (Early To Rise Series) challenge.

I’ve taken every morning to write.

Some posts have been fruitful and delicious. Others have been wet noodles.

However, the process of writing ALL of them has served me in developing this early morning habit. So, for that purpose alone – they have been amazing.

And I have shared them. Openly. With people who know, support and love me, as well as strangers.

This has worked.

Not every writing day will be a brilliant one. Just as not every Fourth of July will be the perfect patriotic party-fest . . . (thanks, everyone, for standing up in your spots just as the fireworks were beginning on TH night . . . sitting was working just fine – everyone could see – and then? Up on to your stilts you rose. And, thus, nothing to see. But rear ends. Nothing but frustrated kids and a slight view between two trees.) Some days will just be lame.

One lame event doesn’t a lame life make.

Or something like that.

The win in writing, is actually putting myself out there daily. Regardless of output.

The win in the fireworks fiasco, was being in the city (which I crave) and sharing a chuckle about it later. The win was offering to take family pictures for people I’ve never met, with the city skyline in the back, so that all members of their family could be in the shot. The win was hearing Arabic, and what I think was Russian or maybe Polish, and the family who gave all the kids sitting around them glow necklaces, and having our neighbor join us for the evening. The win was discovering a new neighborhood in the city.

The win is the EXPERIENCE.

The fail is in never trying.

Just a reminder, yet again, from John C. Maxwell, (in whom I probably have a geeky, personal development guru crush): “You don’t need to be good the first time. You just need to HAVE a first time.”

Day 30, I have something to say to you.

You will NOT be the last day of my rising early or my morning writing time. Even now, I am cultivating my next plan. My next series. I am no longer afraid of you leaving me . . .

For just as the world isn’t flat. You don’t mark the end of my journey.

Which means . . . Day 31? Watch out. You’re next.