Tomorrow marks the end of the whole raison d’etre for one of my blogs… the one I’ve religiously posted in every day (or at least tried to and even while on vacation!)… 365 Days Of Shopping In My Own Closet.
I can’t believe it’s actually been a year. A friend remarked to me recently, he didn’t figure me for the blogging type. I said me neither, smiled, and left it at that. I tweeted once that you know you’re growing up when you no longer feel the need to explain in great detail why you do the things that you love to do… and that’s exactly how I felt then. Just a quiet acceptance that I like doing this. Without feeling any need to explain myself.
Has it been a worthwhile pursuit? Is worth measured by revenues and income directly related to a particular activity?
Of course I have visions of my blog being turned into a great book, or even a movie or something along those lines, but even without that, it’s been a worthwhile pursuit.
I’ve honed my fashion sense … and am now seriously considering buying my very own sewing machine so I don’t have to keep on bugging my seamtress to re-work my clothes the way I want them.
I’ve improved my writing (and editing) skills… and enjoyed myself immensely while doing it.
I now have a TON of pictures of myself. I can change my profile pictures in any number of social networking sites practically every single day and not run out of photographs- for another year at the very least.
Speaking of pictures, I’ve practiced something I fell in love with the moment I held my first camera. For the past 365 days, I feel lucky to have the chance to take pictures every single day, engage my imagination, and fall in love with the craft all over again. And even though some may have turned out “blah” by my standards, I feel more confident now about my photography skills… that I might even turn pro or at least finally get myself a real DSLR camera (not that I don’t adore my Lumix).
I’ve mastered picking my “good side” for the camera and am convinced that from now on, there will only be a very slim chance that there’s ever going to be a “bad” picture taken of me, ever again
And on a surprising turn of events, although I suppose, it’s but a natural consequence really…I’ve gotten to know who among my friends support my interests, or if not support them actively, then are really happy for and proud of me for having them – and that is worth something, don’t you think?
And tonight, when I told my son, who’s been my assistant on and off on this journey, that tomorrow’s my last diet day, I got a hug, a kiss, and a heartfelt “Congratulations mom!, You did it! I knew you could.”
And that, is worth everything.