This coming Monday will be the beginning of my final month of blog writing. My goal was to write for a year and to get healthy doing so. It has been a rewarding year for me, and I feel blessed to have so many friends supporting me.
Last year when I began this journey I was pumped. I have wanted to write my whole life. It might be my longest dream in life. I remember telling my elementary school teacher my goal to become a writer. She responded by telling me that she fully expected to someday see a book in her classroom with my name on it as author. The dream has been there for a long time indeed—but producing the dream is always another matter altogether.
The other dream I have had for almost as long is the dream of being healthy. As a child I probably called it something like “being thin” or “skinny,” but in essence I wanted to feel good and look good. Working on these two life-long dreams this past year has been exciting, difficult, and rewarding.
A little more than a week after I proclaimed to the world that I planned on blogging for a year, I became seriously overwhelmed. I regretted ever promising myself that I would stick to such a goal, and even more regretted announcing it to everyone I knew! I had only written for ten days and I was already running out of ideas. I really thought I had bitten off more than I could chew.
I hit some bumps in getting healthy too. But when I look at the year as a whole, I see more successes than failures, and I am rewarded with the progress I’ve made. Seeing a picture of myself at the beginning is one way to measure how far I’ve come. (I’m glad I didn’t delete all those unflattering photos!)
So as I go into this last month, I have just two final goals. First, I hope to finish in top gear and ideal eating. And second, I hope I don’t start repeating myself or my stories.