This whole insane blog project began with an innocuous 100 day photo challenge on instagram. When that wasn’t enough for me, I embarked on a blog and signed myself up for the self-appointed challenge of writing or posting something daily for 365 days. And now… what’s left is the mirror image of where it all started – 100 days left until I can say, with no shame or hesitation, that I am done.
With daily posts, that is.
Because what I’m not done with is absolutely loving the ability to express myself freely. The challenge to my writing skills. The accidental acquisition of new words and knowledge. It’s kind of addictive, actually.
I am, however, looking forward to being done with the daily deadline pressure. I have other projects and hobbies that are going ignored. Thoughts that I sometimes can’t take the time or trouble to untangle in my head because the amount of drafting an revision feels like too much of a burden during a daily schedule. So I am looking forward to cutting back to a minimum of one post a week.
I have learned a lot about how I think and how I write in the last 266 days. It has been an eye opening experience, to say the least, and I am finding that pausing today, to acknowledge that, to reflect on how far I’ve come and how much is left, is somewhat humbling and gives a refreshing sense of perspective. One hundred more days.
I can totally do this.
The Feathered Rose 