At this point, it’s safe to say writing is a daily habit.

It has also become a friend, mentor, and useful record to reflect on.

Yes, there are still days when “the resistance”, as the War Of Art would say, is stronger than others (either I don’t feel like I have anything worth writing about or it’s a struggle to form coherent thought); however those are the days I forget “why” I’m writing.

The bottom line is, I write to become a better writer.

And the only way to become a better writer is to write.

Although, as mentioned in my reflections from years one and two, there are other benefits as well.

At the end of the day, I’m appreciative of the writer I’ve become, the new found familiarity and love of molding words to convey a point or pose a question, and for the gracious patience of my readers who endure frequent spelling errors (I value my bed time over dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s – maybe that will change in the future).

I enjoy thinking ahead to a few years from now, and what actions I’ll be thankful that past me did that benefits present day and future me.

Writing will be one of them.

I’m choosing the person I’m becoming, and I like her.