Deadline

I missed my writing deadline twice out here on North Haven. A deadline I’ve met every week for a year and a half.

It's a self-imposed deadline. Unfortunately, the commitments we make to ourselves aren't always as easy to uphold as those we make to others. If they were, I would have been walking around with a six-pack for the last twenty years.

External pressure has a way of getting us up and moving. It's quarter to six and I'm about to watch the sun come up over the wall I'm building. There's one more course to lay and the boat back to the mainland isn't going to wait.