All Good Things Must Come To An End
In July, 2011, I set out on a personal challenge: Write one blog post per week for a year.
That's fifty-two essays, in case your elementary math really sucks.
And I wasn't just going for a record of what I ate for breakfast. (Oatmeal. Steel cut. With fresh blueberries, raw almonds, a glass of cranberry juice and a Starbucks iced French Roast.) I wanted to create a platform that was thought provoking. Conversation inspiring. To bring voice to issues that mattered.
Or at least ones that mattered in my world.
Two years, and one hundred and six consecutive posts later (107 if you count this one), clearly, this grand experiment has gone a bit into overtime. (I'll blame my obsessively competitive nature. Even if I'm the only one running in the race.)
And so, while I'm giving myself a standing O for outstanding achievement in discipline and deadlines, without any enforcer (or money) involved, it's time to pick up this party and move in another direction.
What? And you thought authoring an unpaid blog was my life dream?
Don't worry. I'm not saying good-bye to the blog. (Or, horrors of horrors, writing.) My mouth is far too big to stay silent for long. But what I am saying good-bye to is this rigid schedule of posting every Thursday like clockwork.
Because that part is feeling increasingly like a job. Instead of what it really is:
A calling and a passion.