I find myself at the end of this challenge with a lump in my throat, unable to find the words that would give justice to how much I have enjoyed the simple exercise of writing every day. And I ask myself, will I write tomorrow, without this supportive community of friends and writers who have read my snippets, provided uplifting comments, or simply commiserated when I had something to complain about?
Not an introspective person, I learned a few things about myself that might never have surfaced. I found the discipline to sit down and do something every day, whether I had the time or motivation or even subject matter. I remembered places or incidents deep in my past that I thought had been long forgotten. I realized the value in relationships, both past and present. I found the humor in the mundane, and some laughter through tears as I recalled precious memories of my mother.
And oh how I’ve loved reading the other Slices of Life. At times, it felt like I was peeking through your windows, and at other times, I felt like the door was slammed open and you drug me right into your lives. Writing is a powerful thing indeed.
And so I find myself a bit wistful today, and wondering what’s to come.