On the last day of Bloganuary, I can’t say I did terrible about it.
Great, even.
Not gonna lie, I did falter around the last two days and I felt like I had to scramble a bit for a prompt, or something to write. But it was successful scrambling. And today I’ll reflect.
- There were some that made me think.
- Others were unexpectedly raw.
- There was even a little poem or two.
- I allowed myself to be more silly.
- I did some… not ruminating, reminiscing. But that’s nothing new.
- some drafts finally were finished!
- I could probably an editor (this one was intentional)
- how do i not have a search feature…?
- I inspired someone to write every day, too!
Oh, yeah.
And I actually… …doubleposted again, on the 22nd. I’m so great at at scheduling things! I’ll take that L too, I guess.
"Meals with Loved Ones" explains itself.
"Lighthouse" deals with having to be Black in predominately white spaces, and the frustration (and advice) that comes with that.
In contrast, we’ll talk about the coffee social I just hosted. I met new people– one, I went on a quick greenway walk with as we introduced ourselves. I felt seen, a part of something, included– even though everyone else talked over and around me about anime I was unfamiliar with, even though I was shy and couldn’t get the words in that I wanted to. I still smiled; I still basked.
I didn’t want it to end; I wasn’t pacing and staring at the clock on my phone counting down to when I can be the first to leave the building after a quick blanket goodbye to not be too rude and going straight home because I didn’t want to feel lonely over dinner, too. That night… was just okay.
Last night? It was everything I wanted, and what I needed.
And I also… talked about the same topic twice. I couldn’t find the draft for Design Your Ideal Reading/Writing Space, so I wrote that from scratch. I couldn’t find said draft because it was already posted on the 2nd. Whoops! I should compare and contrast those two, for funsies, but they are basically the same at first glance.
Next month, they’ll be significantly less entries– but only because my default schedule is much more relaxed. I still have prompts at my disposal, and I am unfortunately cursed to be living within Interesting Times. There should be no shortage of what to write about. Energy level is another matter.
But I will keep on keeping on.
Let’s lace that bitch up and wear it.