30 posts in 30 days. My friend Heidi asked this morning if I felt a sense of accomplishment, and I told her not really. I felt like I did great for the first 2/3 but not so great the last 1/3. What the heck was I thinking!? I posted every day. It wasn't always easy, but I posted every day. A few posts were just a picture, but I posted every day. I set out to do something and I finished it (and I am NOT a compulsive finisher who has to finish something just because I started.) Just because every post wasn't stellar doesn't negate the accomplishment. Perfectionist? Check. Too hard on myself? Check. When you do something day in and day out, not every day will be perfect. A writer writes continually, not because what they write is always just right, but because in the discipline of writing you find just what you want to say. A photographer takes tons of pictures to get a few truly amazing ones.
So yes, Heidi, I am proud of myself. My goal when I started was to get back in the habit of blogging and I have. I'm glad not to have the pressure to post every day, to take more time to craft some posts instead of just posting something, but I'm glad to be moving again.