Well, this is it. The last day of November, the end of National Blog Posting Month. I’m so, so glad it’s over.

I’m glad I did it. I’m PROUD of myself for doing it. There was no one to push me, no one demanding I get my posts in each and everyday. I pushed myself. I demanded it of MYSELF. I’d never done NaBloPoMo before (and may not do it again, at least while I have a little running around), I wasn’t sure what to expect, how quickly the novelty would wear off, how much of a chore it would feel like some days. But I was determined to finish. I won’t win anything, I don’t get a ribbon or trophy or certificate with my name on it. I got some new readers, and I found some amazing new writers to follow and fawn over. And that’s enough for me.

Today, as I was thinking about what to write in my last NaBloPoMo post, I went back and read some of the posts I’ve written over the last 30 days. Some were good, a few were not (these tended to fall on Saturdays, or went up very late at night, almost as an afterthought). I’m really proud of them, the good and the bad, because they are mine. They’re my words, my thoughts, in some cases, my heart. No one can take that from me. Everyday for 30 days, I sat here, in mostly the same spot on my comfy couch, and I put my words down. I was grateful when someone read them, and even if no one read them. I was grateful simply for the ability and the opportunity to do so.

I won’t be continuing this pace of posting daily here, but I will be posting more frequently. Writing everyday has only reignited my love for it, and I look forward to sharing more of our journey, of our story, of my life. It’s a pretty good gig.

I get to write about her everyday, if I want. Pretty good gig, indeed.