Thirty Days

A lot can happen in thirty days.

Thirty days ago, I was spending my last day in Manhattan before our big move. Thirty days ago, New York was just starting to return to life after the devastation of Hurricane Sandy. Thirty days ago I didn't know my way around our new neighborhood, and I was awfully nervous about my new, expanded commute to work.

Yes, a lot can happen in thirty days.

At the end of October, I signed up for a blogging challenge to blog every day of the month of November, including weekends and holidays. And it was a little daunting when I added my name, and this blog, to the list, but I decided to go for it. And the month was hard, but, as it turns out, it wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be.

I had a rough time at the beginning of this month. I have never been particularly good with big, dramatic change, and the hurricane, combined with our move and then a massive snowstorm, almost did me in. But I had a mission, and a purpose. To come here every day and to write words. To write about what was going on, and how I was feeling about it. To process the whirlwind days by sharing my thoughts, and recording all that was going on. Blogging every day has helped ease my transition in an extraordinarily significant way, and I am so happy that I accepted the challenge.

And there were a few days where a picture and a couple sentences had to suffice, but that was ok with me. Because this morning, as I went back through my posts this month, I realized that they were some of the posts of which I am most proud. The words I wrote over the past thirty days were not always happy words (although some of them were), but they were real, true, and most importantly, mine.

I am incredibly grateful to the ladies at Yeah Write for posing the challenge, and for the whole Yeah Write community for unwavering support and thoughtful comments over the past month. It has been tremendously fun to take this journey with you all.

So, here's to the last thirty days. And to the next.