When writing is keeping a promise

For me, writing is keeping a promise. When I re-committed to writing and posting by taking the #write31days challenge, I made a promise…

… To myself, because I believe God gave me a gift.

… To God, because using what He gave me is an act of obedience and worship.

… To my husband, because he pays the blogging bills and never questions what I feel is “necessary” as a writer.

… To my readers, because y’all are part of why this whole writing thing works.

… To my kids, because I insist that they see things through so I should to.

The honest truth is that sometimes, keeping promises is easy… and sometimes it isn’t.

Sometimes, promises are inconvenient.

Last December, when I joined a gym and committed to do whatever it took to regain my mobility instead of ending up needing a handicap sticker and a scooter, I made a promise.

At first, that promise was easy to keep. An unexpected side-effect of all that time in the gym was that the pounds just melted away.

It was motivating. I felt better. I got my life back.

But then, life happened.

Homeschooling brought a lot of schedule changes for us including my workout slot. I’m not a morning person, but the only way I can squeeze gym time is involves leaving the house before the sun is up.

Even though the pounds are no longer melting off.

Three times a week, I get up at 5am and head to the gym.

Because I promised.

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The promise is by no means convenient.

I keep going because I know I made a promise…

… To myself, because 48 is far to young to feel old and worn out.

… To God, because there’s this thing about my body being His temple.

… To my husband, because he believes in me and wants God’s best for my life.

… To my mom, who helps pay the gym bill.

… To my kids, who deserve a mommy who can chase them through the woods with a water gun and climb the mountainside just to see the view.

… Because I deserve it, I’m worth it, and I love myself.

Writing is keeping a promise.

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I promised I would do this.

I know what happens when I decide to skip “just one day.”

One day becomes two. Two becomes three. And then before you know it, it’s the end of the week – and why bother to post on Friday because no one reads what I write on Fridays… why not just start again next week.

One week becomes two.

Been there.

Today’s post wasn’t convenient. But it happened.

… Because I deserve it, I’m worth it, and I love myself.

Writing for 31 days for the love of writing.

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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Comments

  1. Good job! I admire your discipline.

  2. Great writing!

  3. Barbara London says:

    Thank you so much for sharing! Loved reading your Day 5 post – and love all of the colorful graphics on your page!!!

    • I think you’re the first person to ever compliment my graphics work. 🙂 I’m flattered. Thanks so much for taking time to visit and comment.

  4. Lisa Renee Milford Brittain says:

    Very encouraging, which seems to be your goal. Don't give up…one day at a time!

  5. Amanda Calitz says:

    Yes a promise is a promise. Thanks for posting.

  6. Very easy on the eyes…entertaining…encouraging. Thanks!

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