A Reflection

Alternate Titles: I Did It, 28 Days Later, 28 Posts in 28 Days 

It’s February 28th! And this is my 28th (and last) post to this blog! I completed my goal. Go me. Do I like everything I wrote and posted this month? No. Not at all. In fact, I think many of these February blog posts are pretty shitty. But hey, loving all of them was not part of the goal. And, I do love six of these posts. That’s six more blog posts than I wrote and shared in November, December, Or January. That, in my opinion, is a success.

There were some other successes along the way too. For one, my perfectionism surrounding this blog flew out the window. I remember sitting down to write on February 2nd and being incredibly anxious because I could not word the piece correctly (I wanted to write about how living in Colombia has changed my perspective on privilege and relate that to all the free coconuts I’ve received here – it was not working). I also felt incredibly frustrated that I was feeling anxious… This was, after all, a silly little goal I had made for myself!  Late that night, I finally let go of the original idea and wrote A List of Intimate Acts, which had been swirling around my head for some time, instead. It’s still one of my favorite posts. Since that day, there have been countless shitty blog posts. And that’s OK. The goal was not 28 good blog posts. It was simply 28 written items. That’s another success story for me… I set a goal, one that I was a bit intimidated by, and I met it. 

This goal gave the month of February, and me, a priority. Everyday came with a little opportunity for achievement, and so time seemed to slow; the month has gone by slowly, not a drag-you-feet kind of slow, but a look-how-much-was-accomplished kind of slow. Lucky for me, this did wonders for my age-related anxiety. Today, as I reread my first blog post, the anxiety about reaching goals in a timely and age-appropriate fashion is nearly gone. I feel quite capable actually. I suppose I have been reminded of just how much one can accomplish in a day, let alone a month or a year. 

Now I am left with new questions: what’s next? What’s the goal for March? Do I keep blogging? How often? Do I send this to people now that there’s no risk of not succeeding? Do I edit? I don’t know. But that is a problem for tomorrow. For today, I'll revel in my little victory.