Day 300. Oh, boy, that’s something. I’m not going to go on saying again that I can’t believe it or that I wasn’t expecting this day to come, but I am going to smile for a while. I could even say I celebrated a little today, having the most wonderful 4 hours I had the whole week.
The first hundred days were horrible. Every day was a struggle, every hour my worst enemy and I truly didn’t believe I was going to get through them. So, when day 100 came, I celebrated with friends, gave out presents and felt terrified that I am not even half way there. The next hundred days were easier; me and the project were already familiar with each other, we’d seen the best and the worst in each other and although still insecure I was wishing us a happy birthday and launching the invitation of seeing the next hundred milestone together. Now we are almost there, I am almost there and I am not unsure or wondering if I will cross that finish line; the only thing that scares me now is will I still like what is in here after I’m done? Am I going to look back at it and feel proud? Probably not. We all feel we could have done our work, projects better, we all want to improve something, change something, add or erase something when we are done.
But, day 300. Yeah, that’s something and three hundred days of writing every day changed me a lot. Uhhh…so, here we go; the last 65 days and a lot of regrets and happiness around those days. Meanwhile, happy birthday and may our last days together be the best ones.
