Alternative titles for this post:
HOLY SHIT, I did it.
And, The end of (100) days.
But Headline Analyzer didn’t like those as much. JERK.
I’m still trying to process everything that has transpired over the last 100 days, but at the end of it all, I’m really fucking proud of myself for doing it. I honestly didn’t think I had it in me — the dedication, the stamina, the commitment to sit my ass down and blog every single day for 100.
But here I am, on Day 100, STILL WRITING.
All of those stories I kept telling about myself — about how I couldn’t do something this big, that I didn’t have the attention span to stick with something for that long, that I would never be able to stick with it — were all lies.
It was fear talking.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I was afraid to put myself out there and fail. Afraid to bite off something so big that I honestly didn’t know if I could do it. Afraid that I would have to accept my flaws and misgivings and hard truths about myself…
So I would stay in my safe little bubble and do what was comfortable, never pushing myself or trying to tell a different story.
But safe doesn’t equate to growth, and it felt stagnant and boring.
This project has been anything BUT stagnant and boring. It’s been hard and ugly and beautiful and powerful and kind of meh all at the same time. And I have loved every single second of it.
So while this 100th post is the end of a really intensely wonderful project, it is also just the beginning of something new. Not quite sure what that new thing is, but I’m excited to figure that out.
Thank you for joining me on this seemingly crazy experiment. I truly appreciate your comments, love, and support. It has fueled me, inspired me, and forced me to delve even deeper.
PS—A recap of the entire project and the big takeaways will be forthcoming. Huzzah!