I’m almost 100% certain I’ve never used the term “humble brag”, but today I’m going to try it on for size. Although I’m not usually a buzzword kind of guy, today marks several concurrent benchmarks. I’m feeling bold!
As of yesterday I’ve wrapped up dry January for the 12th year in a row. Yesterday also marked the end of the Bloganuary challenge that’s alternately enthused and frustrated me for the last 31 days. But the big benchmark that I’m celebrating this evening is that yesterday’s post marks the end of 18 months of daily old house journaling. That’s 549 posts in a row. It’s not a world record, but it’s a personal accomplishment.
On August 1, 2022 I set myself the goal of posting about our Rosslyn experience each day for one year. at the outset, the challenge felt so monumental that I didn’t even announce it. I needed to prove to myself that I could at least get started. Little by little my confidence grew as my daily practice improved. Momentum bolstered my focus and clarity. The daily reflection began to catalyze the sort of transitional decision-making I needed. And better yet? I loved the time I spent creating blog posts. So much so, in fact, that at the end of the year, I just kept going.
Sure, I celebrated the victory. I had reached my goal. But I had only begun to scratch the surface. I felt like I was on the cusp of some important discoveries. So I kept posting. Once each day. And now I’m halfway through the second year. I’d like to keep it up for another six months, and I’m thinking that I will have a big announcement on August 1, 2024 to celebrate two months of daily old house journaling. My creative juices (aka fountain pen inks) are flowing. My comfort with creative risk is increasing. And at last I’m feeling certain that this journey has been worth it. I hope you’ll join me for these next six months. I promise to make it worth your while!
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