January: Drip...Drip...Drip...

We recently had a winter freeze in Portland so our landlord asked us to leave our faucets dripping to avoid frozen pipes. I turned the kitchen faucet on to the tiniest drip possible. I left the bus-tub under the drip, curious to see how much water would be collected. To my utter shock, I awoke to the bus tub overflowing into the sink. I had underestimated the power of consistency. Drip.…Drip….Drip. 


“Most people overestimate what they can do in a day and under estimate what they can do in a year.” 


Publishing my writing is my new drip. What’s yours? 


Challenge:  Drip….Drip…..Drip….. 


Post your drip in the comments…



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