I can’t believe that I have successfully challenged myself to write a daily blog post for an entire year. There has been no rhyme or reason for what I write about. General rule of thumb about my posts- whatever pops into my head.
I have tried to write positive blogs as often as I could. Some are even amusing. On occasion I have shared a personal story of heartbreak or pain. Those stories have defined who I am. But I noticed that for a few days after sharing a sad tale, I would feel miserable. It was hard to get back into a positive frame of mind.
The one thing that I noticed about sharing stories is that I have led a pretty good life. I have shared many moments with some great friends and family. I’ve had a chance to relive my journey thus far. I can honestly say that throughout the struggles and challenges, my life is exactly where I want it to be.
Writing a positive daily post about my life and opinions has made me a happier person. Being a happier person has also improved everything about how I see the world. There is a silver lining to every cloud. There is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. Unicorns have sparkly poop.
One year. I may be the only one celebrating this goal. But that was the point of my journey. Writing daily was for me. I shared it with the world so that people could use my life lessons as advice. I’ve had a ton of fun writing every day. I’ll admit that I struggled from time to time to come up with a topic. As well I squeaked a few blog posts in just before midnight. I never had a set time of day that I would post. In hindsight, if I want more readership I should look at those stats.
I reached my one year goal and I’m not ready to stop the momentum. I have a few stories still on the burner. A huge thank you to everyone for the feedback and support. If you’ve Come Here To See All My Mistakes– I’m sorry to disappoint.
I leave you with some Sinatra to end my one year:
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.
I’ve lived a life that’s full.I’ve traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I’ve had a few;But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knewWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;And may I say – not in a shy way,
“Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way”.
For what is a man, what has he got?If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows –
And did it my way!
Yes, it was my way.
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