(Originally posted here.. we’re making a whole sub-section for y’all. Since, you know, we can.)
I hear it takes thirty days to make something a habit. Thirty days. In a sense, that a long time if we’re talking sobriety. But compared to growing an entire person, that’s like, what, one ninth? NUTHIN’! I say.
Well, let’s just see about that.
Starting August First (grab your iCalendar! QUICK!) which is Saturday, I’m starting a new series: Thirty Days of [blank]. I’ll try to post once a month for thirty days as I accomplish some sort of task. Working out 30 days in a row? Drinking enough water? Going sober? No caffiene? Reading actual books that require one you lick their finger and turn an actual page?
You wanna join my crack pot latest idea? Of course you do. You do because it’s good for you. Because thirty days of sex isn’t a bad idea. Because thirty days of yoga can’t be wrong. Because thirty days of singing out loud with the guitar that’s been hiding in your closet since the late 90’s can only mean one thing: You’re you.
And I’m me.
Let’s do this together.
Starting Saturday.
