So today is actually supposed to be Day 30 of my 365 day writing challenge. As you can plainly see, I've only managed to write nine days over the last month. While that is more than I've written in any month, clearly this 365 day challenge is over. And that's okay. Failure is just but one step in success, right?
I'm not all that surprised that the 365 day challenge didn't pan out. I mean, it's a lofty as a goal as telling myself that I'll give up wine for a month. Not likely. I tried to make it easier by following a pre-set list of topics hoping this would inspire me and push me beyond my comfort zone but phleeeease ... Day 9 was "what I ate today". So very uninspiring. I can not stomach writing about what I've eaten nor would anyone really want to read that. And so, I'm throwing the baby out with the bathwater, so to speak, and readjusting my sails.
I may have failed at this challenge but I am sure there is another one ahead of me. As they say, there is no need to cry over spilt milk. After all, I have more than enough of that at work. Oh yes, work. I should be going to sleep now. The last few days have been tough. I'm not really sure why but everything seems to be bothering me. Luckily today I got a FaceTime surprise from my friends Kelly and Cam. To see their little girls for just a few minutes made my day better. I'm hoping a good night's sleep will set me on a more positive path tomorrow. Given how much yawning I'm doing, I'm thinking this is one challenge guaranteed to be a success.