i can’t track down the original post, but at some point last year one of my favorite authors – Nick Harkaway – put up a post about how every morning when he wakes up he draws a triangle on his hand. Each point has a different meaning. One is for his wife, one for his kids, one for his craft.
After I read that I started thinking about what my three points would be. I even wrote a post for the Huff talking about how I’m going to start drawing a straight line on my hand. One point for family, one point for writing. I did well drawing that line for a few months. Then? I stopped. I stopped writing so much so often. I stopped spending so much time focusing on my family. I stopped drawing my line.
Then, the other day, I started again. I started drawing the singular line on my hand so I remember to focus on my family, my writing. I still don’t have a clue what my third point would be. I still don’t know when my line will turn into a V or, cod forbid, a triangle, but today I’m going to focus on my love for family and my love for writing. It’s not a lot, but right now it’s enough. It’s enough to keep me from picking up a drink, picking up a knife, and keeping feels in the pressure cooker of my mind without expressing them.
Today it’s more than it was in the past.
Today is today.