It’s the last day of #NaBloPoMo!
I didn’t succeed at posting everyday (I logged 19 of 30 posts), but I didn’t quit. Even after America lost its fucking mind and elected a loud, know-nothing, racist, sexist xenophobe as its next President. While I didn’t accomplish the primary goal, I walk away from this challenge with the following accomplishments:
- Snapped my post-book blogging slump.
- Engaged directly with blogs via comments instead of just sharing posts on Twitter.
- Flipped the bird to my inner critic and wrote what was on my heart–even if it was dark, repetitive, or contradictory.
- Worked through lingering personal issues (my last break-up, confusion about the role of romantic liaisons in my life). My ex even read the post about him and–shockingly–was open to my perspective.
- Reconnected with the memory of my grandmother. We didn’t have a great relationship when she was alive. Writing about her reminded me of tender moments.
- Increased blog views. Did you know when you post consistently, people visit your blog? Who knew?!
- Wrote some shit I REALLY liked. (Greatest Hits listed below)
Thanks and congratulations to all the #NaBloPoMo participants. If you’ve seen enough this month to stick with me going forward, welcome to the party! (Feel free to introduce yourself in the comments).
#NaBloPoMo Greatest Hits