When I set out to write every day for a month, there were a few things I expected might happen as a result. I thought I might feel a general sense of catharsis. I suspected I would engage in some cleaning out of my draft posts. I hoped I would learn new ways to prioritize writing.
I went back to yoga class recently for the first time in several months. I finished (re-)reading two books in the time before I go to sleep at night. I'm feeling excited about working on some of the many projects we have going around the house, and I'm noticing that we're actually making progress, which feels great. I've been cooking more and having a lot of fun doing it, and I even started working on a new crochet project in the past couple of days.
Not only do I enjoy documenting and reflecting on the things that happen in my life, but there's something in the act of writing about my life that reminds me how I most prefer to spend it. Two-thirds of the way through this month of daily blogging and I can say: realizing that has definitely been worth all the effort.