As the end to this year-long resolution – experiment – draws to a close in a mere ten more daily posts, I’ve been doing some thinking about where it’s brought me, and what happens next. Except… I thought it would be wholly more profound than it is. Like this whole AaaaaHaaaa moment of clarity. I would have my life figured out. Except… I don’t. In some respects, I feel exactly where I was an entire year ago. And yet, I know, I know, of course, I am not at all the same person I was when I sat down to a blank blog screen.
I do know that this whole thing has been wholly about me (how selfish) – about discovering and uncovering and repairing. But also, hopefully, something universal and relatable and worthy of reading. So instead of drawing out the much bigger meaning, I will simply share the thirty (that’s a lot right? But I do have three hundred plus entries, and I’ve become quite attached to this thing…) posts that I feel most connected to. The ones that were the most difficult to write, the easiest to post, the most heartfelt… You get the picture.
In no particular order of importance, rather in order of appearance:
- Day One. Remains the backbone of my wish for this project. It’s why, and how, I create.
- Day Five. Felt good to write. It came from a totally true and honest place.
- Day Eighteen. Regret.
- Day ThirtyOne. The dream that just won’t quit.
- Day ThirtySeven. The Virgo dilemma.
- Day SeventySix. To heal.
- Day SeventySeven. Why I look good.
- Day SeventyNine. Guerilla gardening.
- Day OneHundredFive. Beautiful darkness.
- Day OneHundredTwentySix. Onstage magic.
- Day OneHundredFortyThree. My health care dilemma.
- Day OneHundredSixty. A little reminder that the sun will shine again.
- Day OneHundredSeventyThree. A Love Story (for my someday child).
- Day OneHundredEightyFour. Relationships of the fairytale kind.
- Day OneHundredEightyNine. A day of discovering.
- Day TwoHundredOne. How I know the world will be alright.
- Day TwoHundredEleven. Thanks Girls Like Giants for re-posting this one.
- Day TwoHundredTwentyEight. I’m (still?) a dancer.
- Day TwoHundredFortyThree. Time to start acting my age.
- Day TwoHundredSixtyOne. A reconnection of the artistic kind.
- Day TwoHundredNinetyOne. To Believe.
- Day TwoHundredNinetyTwo. The art of blankets.
- Day TwoHundredNinetySix. My mama is cooler than most, well, people.
- Day ThreeHundredTwelve. So ludicrous I just would do it.
- Day ThreeHundredFourteen. Validation for all my crazy.
- Day ThreeHundredEighteen. Some whimsy. (It doesn’t all have to be serious all the time, after all.)
- Day ThreeHundredTwentyThree. An amazing day doing one of the things I love best – discovering a city’s art and space.
- Day ThreeHundredTwentySix. Love. Love. In Love. Want. Want. Want to do this.
- Day ThreeHundredTwentyNine. The beauty.
- Day ThreeHundredThirtyOne. Seattle. Rediscovered in photos.
Here’s to another day of creativity…
The Daily Creative Project 