This is it. I made it. 365 posts.

I set out wanting to make space to write everyday, with no pressure on content or length. And I’ve achieved it. Here I am, 365 posts later. Some are short and mundane, others are longer and more vulnerable. There’s gotta be room for both, and I’m glad that there is.

Still, can’t quite believe it. I’m quite stoked with myself, having maintained this habit for a full year, across countries and continents, inebriated and sober, I was committed to this blog and I saw it through.

What started as a response to a lot of pain, has morphed into this thing that has followed me through a year’s worth of joy and disappointment, insights and confrontations.

Anyway, I’m tired (because I had a lot of sex last night and only got 4 hours of sleep) and I’m going to go to bed now.

Until next time. Thank you for reading.


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Thinking about what freelancing would look like- would it just be a whole lot of schmoozing and copywriting? Cause I don’t want to do that. There’s something about selling things that makes me feel really gross. Gah but also, that stuff pays. And is an easy way to build up a portfolio. But does it sit right with me?

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Tonight I planned to read over my essay and touch it up before submitting it, as well as finishing David Copperfield. So far I have done none of those things.

But it’s okay – it’s more important to be spending time with friends who are going away for a while, than to be writing essays and studying for tests. Doesn’t make me feel less stressed about it though!

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Sometimes I forget why I started this blog in the first place which gives me a quiet sense of satisfaction in knowing the distance between then and now. It’s hard to find stuff to write about every day that doesn’t just feel like Twitter bites about my day. I want to read back on these 365 days and be constantly wowed at the profundity of the posts. But I know that it’s not going to be like that and that’s a tricky thing to accept.