Well, I'd like to be surprised, but I can't at this point.
About three weeks ago, I (somewhat extremely) committed to writing every single day again.
My immediate visceral reaction was that this was poorly timed and terrifying. I was in the midst of the GiveGetWin 2014 Tour that's only now just wrapping up, doing more driving in 5 weeks than I did in the previous 5 years.
(Maybe more driving miles than the whole rest of my life combined, actually.)
Meanwhile, writing wasn't flowing. Thoughts weren't coming onto paper well. I felt like the quality was poor, and I'd added a huge chore to my schedule.
Mind you, I felt all this emotionally. Intellectually and rationally, I knew the corner would be turned sooner or later.
Almost all worthy things are very hard to start and get no gains in the beginning, but then break through into large gains that are easily sustainable with time.
I was feeling pretty miserable about the obligation to write while already over bandwidth, and I felt my quality of writing wasn't very good. Not terrible, but nothing magical or particularly valuable or uniquely insightful.
Emotionally, I felt all that very strongly.
But secretly, deep down, I felt great. I knew if I just kept this damn habit up, breakthroughs would start sooner or later. They always do, when you keep doing things worth doing.
And here we are. Writing feels good. Life is good. Grind --> Breakthrough
How very unsurprising.