What would it look like for me to find a way to be consistent…for the first year…and write for 365 days straight? What would it look like to push through the ruts, dull drums, and boredom daily life brings? What would it look like to write through pain, sorrow, trouble, and tears? What would it look like to write on a day I had nothing to say? What would that journey bring to my soul and to the world around me? I’m not totally sure, and it’s a bit scary! But, I’m afraid we are about to find out the answer to those questions, and maybe more!