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This probably won’t surprise you, but it’s not easy to write every day. Like a lot of things, it’s a continuum: some days I’m inspired to write multiple pieces, other days I want my piece to just read, “TAKING THE DAY OFF.”

But most days, I love the challenge and the practice. And most days I have something I genuinely want to share.

On the days I don’t want to write, it can be hard to remember the fact that I enjoy it most days. On those rare days, the only thing that matters is my intense desire NOT to write.

Why did I sign up for this? And does anyone really care?

More often than not, those feelings fade after finishing a piece, and certainly by the next day.

I imagine this to be true of nearly every discipline. Anything you have the ability to love, you also have the ability to hate.

I’ve read a lot about romantic love and questioned a lot of couples with long-standing relationships. They say that love isn’t easy – it takes a lot of work and dedication. You need to grow and evolve with your partner.

So it’s not surprising that I find the same to be true with activities that I love.

And because I love to write, I keep doing it. Even on days that I don’t want to.