Sometimes, I jump in to situations without fully considering the extent of the commitment. Sometimes, those leaps have served me well, other times not so much. In all times, though, I’ve learned something new about myself.

When the idea of participating in NaBloPoMo came up this year, I leapt. I didn’t spend time evaluating my schedule, I didn’t peek at my files to see what I had waiting to be written–did I have enough new, or anything at all for that matter, to say. I just stuck my neck out and went for it.

And, as often happens when I impulsively leap, I can have second thoughts. That doesn’t mean I quit, but I certainly toy with the idea. This first week of NaBloPoMo has not been without its challenges. Temptations of quitting have nipped at my resolve this weekend and though I may be impulsive, I am rarely a quitter.

I’m late getting this post up, but I am getting it done. Tomorrow, I may be running behind again, but I will get it done. I committed to myself to writing everyday this month, not to a novel, not a word count, but to posting everyday. I stuck my neck out when I accepted the challenge/invitation posed by my friend, Lois, but I have no regrets because I’d rather live my life neck out than neck in any day.