My vow to write every day was exactly because of days like this

"Mama said there'll be days like this There'll be days like this, my mama said"— "Mama Said", by The Shirelles

I really didn't want to write today.That voice inside my head cajoled me. "It's just one day. Big deal. Write two things tomorrow. Just one day. No one will care. Why'd you vow to write every day anyway? Jeez."As I sat and looked at an empty Wordpress post; switched over to Facebook to check to see if anyone had sent me an urgent message because I mean honestly, people might send me an urgent message on Facebook, right; checked Twitter to see if anyone had said or done something really important or if the world had blown up yet; checked my e-mail to see if that email I've been waiting for had arrived in my inbox, no, it hasn't, but if I refresh the inbox, maybe it'll show up; played a game of Cookie Jam because what the hell is wrong with me, I'm playing Cookie Jam - I wanted to do ANYthing but write.That's exactly why I publicly vowed to write every day this year on January 1st. Because one day turns into two. And two days into three. And three days into a week, a month, six months, and then it's been how long, exactly, since I last wrote something?I made the vow - publicly - because I've never really liked being told what to do. Even more so if I'm the one telling myself what to do. Who the hell do I think I am, telling myself what to do? I'll show me.But I made this vow because I knew it was important for me. Writing every day has been cathartic, even though most of the posts have been rather simple and seemingly unimportant in the greater picture of the world today.I knew I needed to get these words out; I knew I needed to put sentences together and get them down on virtual paper. When I was a teen, I was never able to keep a diary (same concept as above: Who the hell is this book to tell me I should write every day?), but I still wrote nearly every day. I had a notebook I kept with me at school, on long car rides, next to my bed - a regular spiral notebook that I jotted down poems, short stories, and other tidbits that were pieces of a bigger something.I don't know if I wrote every day, but I wrote all the time. I exorcised those word demons from my head, making room for new things.I need to write. And, apparently, I need to be shamed into doing it daily.So, shame on you, Amy. Get to writing.Photo by Eric Rothermel via Unsplash.