I am amazed that I have reached the two hundred days milestone. I must admit, I didn’t expect it and I still have some reservations that I will cross the finish line and write my final retrospective post; and boy, oh boy it’s going to be such a long one.
It’s been and still is a rough ride, sometimes so rough that I would like to wake up two hundred days ago and start all over again. But, somehow this year has been different, although it’s probably the shittiest year of my entire life, I realize that I couldn’t change anything and it’s almost better that I went through it all than going back in time and face the possibility of doing it all over again. Ah, enough complaining, this is an amazing project and I love it even when it makes me crazy. It helped me grow, become a more organized writer and most importantly it disciplined me so much.
Maybe I should have organized some sort of special contest for this day, just to celebrate the passing of another hundred days, but instead I’ve decided that for the next couple of weeks, I will grant myself three hours every week, to spend alone downtown of Florence, writing in my beautiful, handmade, personalized notebook. So, happy birthday my dear project, may we last to see our next hundred year celebration.