I take a great deal of satisfaction in my streak. I write a substantive blog post every weekday, and have since I started this blog in March of 2015, almost five years ago.
This is, of course, an insane thing to do.
There is no rational reason for it.
You might think the irrational reason is a desire to give back to you, my readers. And that is certainly true. But it’s not a complete explanation.
I do this to connect. I do it to know that you are there. From the statistics, I can see that you are reading these posts. I can see you commenting and sharing them. And since I work so often in the privacy of my own study, this connection is very valuable to my sanity and sense of self-worth.
Today did not go as I planned it. I am visiting family, including my parents here in suburban Philadelphia. My father has been experiencing a difficult health episode. The day started with a need for me to help him and my mother out in a very physical way at 6:00 this morning, continued through various medical professionals during the day, and ended in the hospital for the afternoon. My father is there now, they are taking good care of him, and the prognosis is hopeful.
No one could blame me for skipping today. And I very well might skip tomorrow.
But know that all you have to do is read this and it will make a difference to me.
You are my audience; I serve you. But know that, just by being there, you serve me as well, and I am grateful.