Today I’ve reached my goal of one hundred posts in one hundred days. It’s been quite a ride so far–I had no clue what I was doing when I started and I’m not so sure I know what I’m doing now, but it’s been a needful thing for me to do this. There have been some misfires, lots of fumbling, abandoned projects, and the simply inexplicable, but there have been some pretty good moments along the way as well.
All I know for sure is that the writing has done me good. I can’t say I have my sass back because I don’t. It’ll be a while yet, and when I do get it back, I suspect it’ll be in a different wrapper from the one it came in before. Still, the writing every day has been helpful. I do feel better.
That’s not to say that I’m “over it” or that I’ve “moved on” or whatever else you want to call it. Not even. But I’m better. Stronger, perhaps, and a bit more sure of myself, and moving ahead without moving on.
Right now I’d like to take a few days away from the blog to think about where I’m heading with this. There’s been so much inward focus, a lot of navel-gazing–maybe it’s time to shift some of that outward. I’d also like to consider the pace at which I’m posting. I don’t know that I need to post every day now. I’ve hit my goal, and it does feel like an achievement, but every day? I don’t think I need to keep up that pace anymore.
For anyone reading this, thank you. Although I’m doing this little blog for myself, it’s nice to know I’m not alone, and I am grateful for the traveling companions.
I’ll see you in a couple days or so. In the meantime, savor your days.