Well, here we are. November 30. Thirty days of posts from yours truly. I did it. I really did it. Holy crap.
I was dubious from the get-go about my ability to stick it out. During the month there were days when cleaning my toilets seemed preferable to posting. On those days I thought about you guys and how I’d put myself out there on November 1st. If I failed, I’d have an audience. I didn’t want y’all to watch me fail.
Also, there was KeAnne. Beautiful, wonderful, talented, infuriatingly diligent KeAnne. She was dutifully posting every day. I thought if she could do it, I could damn well, too.
True, there were days when a post on the The Evie Standard consisted of one or two sentences. Those were the bad days, folks. You know what I mean. Those were the days when I was so tired that pressing buttons on a remote was physically draining, and my brain was leaking out my ears. If you can believe it, I was genuinely afraid I’d forget to post one day. I imagined jolting awake at 11:59pm and falling all over myself to get downstairs to throw something, anything up on the blog.
I think I’ll probably do this challenge again some time in the future, especially now that I’ve got one under my belt. Notice I said some time in the future. I don’t know when, parentals and parentals-in-law. Simmer down. It was good exercise, and in the end, it gave me something to be proud of.
Thanks, everyone, for hanging in there. See y’all in a few days. My fingers, they are tired.