I made it this far.
Some nights, like tonight, are harder than others. I reach a point where I am so tired and so drained from the hour, day, week, I just suffered through that I have no desire to sit in front of a glowing screen and pour myself out into a tiny white prompt box. Still, that is why I started this thing 1,000 days ago.
1,000. Take a moment to suck in the majesty of that number. It is a handful of years slipping between wet fingers. It is a lifetime. It is a heart-stopping fright to realize how long I’ve been doing one thing.
I suppose we know this: The blog worked!