Like a few things in life, we don’t compromise. In a way that is challenging to find an explanation, I can’t see missing a day, until I die.
Why? OCD? Who knows.
It’s more like this.
To have the ability to write, the privilege to write, the mind to write, the heart to write, a body that can type, the resources (wifi, laptop/tablet/phone, etc) and something to write about (say blessings and observations) and not do it every single day?
The revelation is – how can I not write. Everyday.
Live and let live and to each his own. Be well today.