I’ve waited while drinking a third cup of coffee. I’ve waited while listening to mood music. I’ve waited while reading someone’s else’s work. I’ve waited while killing time on the internet. But, quite often, my muse lets me down. She must have a very exciting personal life because she rarely visits. In fact, I can count the number of times in my life I’ve been inspired to write on one hand. In September, I took matters into my own hands and set an ambitious goal. I wrote every single morning for 30 minutes. No days off, no excuses, no matter what. And guess what? I did it. I wrote when I wasn’t feeling well. I wrote after four hours of sleep. I wrote when I should have been vacuuming, doing laundry or cooking. I wrote when I had projects due. I wrote standing at my kitchen counter. I wrote in my office. I wrote with my daughter sitting on my lap. At first, I told myself I wouldn’t be able to do it. After all, I take care of a toddler all day. My first responsibility is being a mother. My second is running a small business. I didn’t have time to add an extra 30 minutes of personal writing into the mix. But here’s the thing: I did have time. It was time I mindlessly scrolled through Instagram or Facebook, watched random YouTube videos, read Medium articles or checked headlines on Huffington Post. I had that time, and I bet you do too.