It’s November 30th. The last day of the challenge I took on without thinking it all the way through. A blog post a day for the whole month? Oh, why not, right?
A bunch of people went along on the same ride, and I had the opportunity to get to know them better through their writing. In fact, I refer to some of these troupers as “friends I haven’t met.”
Looking back, it’s kind of fun to see how the month unfolded. Sure, there are a few recycled pieces– but only a couple of recipes. And some days became brief photo essays–of cocktails I have loved, or a snowy front porch in Syracuse, or that sweet baby.
I wrote about what it felt like to be a mom with little kids, or a young wife–or a twelve year old girl. There were only a couple of rants. Not bad over the course of 30 days.
I remembered two friends and a President, now gone.
My dad in his army uniform on Veteran’s day.
Me in a dumb pilgrim hat made from a doily and a paper bag on my birthday.
I got to tell a few treasured anecdotes–about some worms, and about a special dinner (two separate stories) and put together some mixtapes.
On Thanksgiving I took the opportunity to be thankful. I wrote about the day I learned first-hand what it feels like to be in a burning room, and expressed thanks that someone else is doing that job instead of me.
I had time to reflect on where I’m from and how much I enjoy trains.
And as a bonus, today I get to share my grandson’s excitement about puddles.
All in all, not a bad way to spend a month.
I’ve appreciated the comments and the “likes” when people have been kind enough to stop by and let me know you were here. I tried to do the same, reaching out to the friends I don’t know (yet).
I’m thankful it’s over.
So here’s to the November bloggers everywhere. Cheers–and see you in December.