I'm finding myself weirdly mindful of - and emotionally attached to - making "progress" in everything I do. I love how I can read just a few pages in a book, and nothing can take those few pages of progress away from me. I can walk away, pick up the book a little later, and still be a few pages ahead. I'm not transfixed on finishing the book (but with enough progress, I will!) but instead content with progress.
When writing notes such as these, the idea of incrementally progressing towards a vast collection of writing is wonderfully motivating. Only I can delete a word, a sentence, or an entire post.
This is not a novel observation of course - in fact it's been successfully gamified (ever get lost for several hours playing Cookie Clicker?)