|The table was set, and so I sat.|
Except, there's NaBloPoMo. And I made a commitment. There're no direct consequences for failing to follow through. Not a single one, not one drop less income, not a smidgen less chance of booking a client.
There's just me. And a commitment. And a desire to see things through.
I make mistakes sometimes, miss deadlines, miss opportunities. I'm human, it happens. But this? Seeing something through, for no reason other than I said I would, and I wish to? It's a bit silly. You could call me a bit stubborn. But I'm proud of it, too, somewhat secretly, slyly. It's what makes me me, Arwyn. I show up, even when I'm not entirely sure what to say, even when there's not much stopping me from slinking away.
I said I would. And so I'm here. That's reason enough.