Daily Do's

I didn't really know what to write, I just knew I had to write something, and I didn't much feel like writing. Sometimes it seemed like more effort than it was worth and sometimes it felt it was well worth the wait. But she couldn't quit, she'd continued this too long, it was an obligation she had to fulfill every day before the day was out. The writing, no matter how horrible, how pointless, counted towards that goal, a goal she would reach. She had to just focus her efforts on other things in the mean time as well, and not leave her assessment as last minute as she left her dailies - stressful and hurried and almost meaningless, but never quite. Right?

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