I believe that recognizing accomplishment, no matter how small, is important for the human psyche. It's important that especially when we feel like we're doing nothing to remind ourselves that our labors do add up to something. Recently, I've asked myself if I should restart doing these lists. I published a few awhile back, but they are no longer online, although the first one I did actually received a fair number of positive comments and a decent amount of views. After that, however, there seemed to be a great deal of indifference to the next few that I posted. I felt that they simply weren't interesting enough to continue, so I simply stopped doing them at all.
Of course, the intention in writing something is always important. Too often I will find myself writing something simply for the very sake of the action and for not much purpose beyond that. I wrote my first published "what I did today" list with the intention that I would post it to try and inspire others to create their own. That seemed like a noble purpose, but it was very short-lived as the hope that I had for publishing these lists was not realized past that very first list. As I have already said, I then found myself thinking I needed to do more or accomplish more "interesting" deeds in order for my exercise to be worth pursuing. As happens with too many of my endeavors, I shelved the exercise in favor of writing about other things. Some of these other writing exercises proved to actually be somewhat fruitful, but then I didn't bother to write about my intentions behind actually writing them. Understanding intentions behind the writing of a piece, to me, is actually very useful. But I neglected to do that, and in hindsight, I actually missed out on something that I simply did not realize at the time: explaining these intentions is probably what I should have focused on during the entire time.
After having battled cancer and dealing with the side effects of an extended hospital stay and chemotherapy, I find that I take much more care in spending my moments wisely than I ever did before. As I have been recovering, I realize that each little thing I did under such strain and with such little energy was in fact somewhat extraordinary. I've never really been the sort to toot my own horn, or say much about myself, but you can only write what you know and I really know myself. What I'm trying to say is that it's okay to write about yourself as long as your intentions are not merely self-promoting or self-aggrandizing. You can self-promote or self-aggrandize all you want, though; I'm simply not about that.
As I really need to find a meaningful daily writing exercise that doesn't involve writing merely about amusements, I believe that I will return to writing "What I Did Today" lists. But my intentions this time will be much different, gearing towards explaining my intentions behind my actions. You may be surprised that there's more behind a simple trip to the grocery than you'd think.
OK, maybe there isn't. Or maybe there is. But if you really think about it, each day has plenty to write about. You just have to recognize it. And when you recognize that you should be recognizing these things, that's when you know you're a writer.