If I wasn’t doing something “Every Single Day” I think I’d be doing it … Nary A Single Day.

NASD. Not even a fun acronym!

How can a week have passed?

What happened in the last seven days? Let’s see, I had a friend in town, that always throws a schedule out of whack. Did I eat? Sleep? Well, certainly. Breathe? Of course. Did some book marketing, wrote some fiction for my NaNoWriMo novel. November 1 was, oh, that was already within the past seven days as today is the ninth, so I guess I’ve been doing NaNo for a week.

So I don’t know what I’ve done except for the thing that I know that I do Every Single Day:

  1. Meditate
  2. Write
  3. Publish

Other than the breathing and eating and sleeping stuff, it was one of those weeks that seemed to slip by. But I did my daily meditation, my daily writing, and my daily publishing.

How is it possible that I had such a scattered and forgettable week but I still managed to do what I “needed” to do. Because it’s just that: necessary. It’s not optional. It’s not a luxury or a bonus or dessert. It’s what I’m going to do no matter what.

So where did the week go? I have no idea. With the exception of my last seven posts and seven days of meditation, I don’t know what else I accomplished.

Do you see what I’m getting at? Our time flies by except for the time that we hold onto tight.

The time we account for, the tasks we count, the checkboxes we tick. That’s what gets done. The rest? Who knows. The rest goes the way of the odd sock from my son: into the abyss.

Is your life going into the abyss? Maybe that’s a little harsh. But let’s turn it around: what is not going into the abyss? What part of your day, Every Single Day, is intentional? What part do you not let “slip by” or forget or “Dag nabbit, I didn’t do _________ again!”

You don’t say that about what you have under your ESD umbrella. That’s sacred, holy, untouchable.

What’s your ESD?