On September 27th, 2018, I was lost. I felt my most alone in years. I was exhausted from moving home – again – moving job – again – and feeling I had no control of my life, no matter what I tried. I was a billionfold more organised than I had been years before, and it meant nothing.
Today, I’m stressed sure, and I have my dark days, as we all do. But I’ve never felt more alive and in control. The only difference between now and then, is the 400,000~ words of content I’ve written in the meantime. I’m going to write this first day of year 2 soon, and it’ll be a thousand words.
Regular imaginary readers will look at this with some confusion. After all today I was going to try and shave off tonnes of words wasn’t I? You’re not wrong, but I realised if I did that, I’d invalidate the whole point of this lifestyle. On any given day, I could push myself to write 5,000, 10,000 heck even 20,000 words as once I did almost eight years ago.
But 1K isn’t about writing loads in a day. Dates are a lifelong obsession for me – hence this anniversary is special for me – but if the project has taught me anything, it’s that what I write today doesn’t matter. It’s what I write in the next month. In the next year. In the rest of my life. So to honour 1K no, I won’t sprint to the end of VOL. I’ll write a thousand words. And then, I’ll sleep, with today a resounding success.
Here’s to many more to come.