…and we’re back!
Sorry for the hiatus, everyone. True to my introvert nature, I needed time off to recharge after spending 31 days unable to distinguish where my fingers ended and the keyboard began.
Originally, I was sure I’d spend the final day of my personal blogging challenge waxing poetically about the wins, struggles, and lessons learned. By the time I reached the finish line, though, I was too exhausted to know what I thought.
Over the past two weeks, I’ve reverted back to “business as usual;” amidst all the life living and trip planning (Sri Lanka and the Maldives, here I come!), a handful of little gemstones crystallized into four big ideas:
And here we are, thirty-one days later. We made it!
Originally, I thought I’d use this final post to summarize the process, chronicle the changes, and celebrate the successes.
Now that I’m here, though, I think I’m going to save all that for a later date; let it marinate and see what surfaces after a mini-vacation.
Rather than reflect, today I’m going to recap, because together we have covered a lot of ground.
If I told you I was crazy, would you assume I was creative?
What if I told you I was creative: would you assume I was crazy?
When it comes to the latter, the science points to “yes.”
It’s that time of year when graduation photos, expressions of gratitude, and congratulatory commentary from friends and family flood social media. It truly is an exciting time: that final payout and payoff after years of hard work, study, and mayyybe a bit of party, too.
While scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day, I noticed a few comments that, although different in verbiage, were similar in flavour:
“Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.”
I was instantly irked.
Why are we so afraid of growing up? At what point does the flip switch and we quit yearning for independence and start lamenting about responsibility?
If you looked at today’s post title and snickered, thinking to yourself, “Yes, the so-called “writer” made a spelling mistake!” then:
1) Nope. My punny humour is always intentional; and
2) Why is it that everyone is always climbing over themselves to point out a writer’s mistake? Grammar nerd or no grammar nerd, we’re still humans. Mistakes happen.
Today – three days from the finish line – I am appeasing my dear, darling Ryan’s request for a blog post about the Mitsubishi Magna. (I can already hear the collective eye roll from Ryan’s friends as they read this.)
But I’m not going to pore over specs and stats (if that’s what you’re after, check out this Facebook page); instead, I’m going to discuss Ryan’s love for and attachment to The Other Maggie. Attachment is something we can all relate to.
(Oh, and in case you were wondering who “the” Maggie is: she’s my cat. Yup.)