I didn’t write last night, but I didn’t feel guilty either.
Mainly because my year had technically finished and also because I was having too much damn fun.
I will write a long, detailed post tomorrow. One where I look back on my year of thanks.
But now, I just need to process. To think about what I want to write. To think about the shape this year, my story, will take.
But I promise, I will get finish. Perhaps with a bang!
P.S. Many of my friends have suggested I keep writing my blog, chronically what I’m thankful for. I’m not sure yet if I will. I’ve also thought of writing another year-long, daily blog. Here are some ideas:
My year of dating (but I pretty much think this would be DEPRESSING. Like really depressing.)
My year of trying to find God (perhaps spend 3 months researching and attending different faiths (like Catholicism, Christianity, Buddhism, and Judaism).
My year of what I’m not thankful for (this would be a downer for sure, and probably almost every entry would be about grading essays).
My year of trying something new (but are there really 365 new things I could try?)
My year of imagining the future (sounds too sci-fi for me).
My year of discovering (and sometimes rediscovering) the classics (but who would really want to read this?)
Or maybe continuing the theme with just “Thankful Tuesdays,” where I only write once a week.
These are just a few ideas. And other ideas? Seriously, I’m open to any suggestions.