Although I didn't write every day, I felt proud of my participation.
This year was different. I truly believed that I could indeed write every single day, a bold and challenging yet thrilling prospect. And I was proud of my progress and confident. Until March 20. I am not even sure what happened that day.
It was spring break and I had worked every day, and so since it was Friday afternoon I longed for some relaxation and recreation. I drove to Easton, a local shopping district, entered Brio's and watched some NCAA March Madness. I thought to myself as I walked around-- Is this what people who are not high school principals do on a Friday? Sit in a bar and drink wine and beer? What a strange paradigm.
After walking to Nordstrom's, Coach, Clark's Shoes, Crate and Barrel and a few other favorite window shopping stores, I returned home and relaxed prior to going out for a rare Friday night dinner with my husband since I work most Friday nights.
Ahh-- our favorite restaurant, great lobster, chopped salad and potatoes au gratin and back home.
Relaxing on the couch, we watched a few of the TV shows we record, especially Hawaii Five-O and slept soundly. It was just a beautiful evening.
And then when I woke up, it hit me. I had not written on Friday. As I became more alert, I reviewed it in my head. I mentally re-wound Friday and yes, realized again, that after 19 straight days I had missed my first day, ruining my perfectionistic goal of writing every day.
I was simultaneously angry and disappointed in myself. How could I let this happen?
I had written when I was overly tired, I had written with a high fever from the flu, and yet, in one day, without even thinking about it, I had just forgotten to write.
I actually thought about just ending the challenge there, but I found a way to write again. And enjoy it again.
Did I write every day the rest of the month? No-- it does seem that once you miss one day it is easier to miss another. And so on a trip to Indiana and spending four days with the best educational leaders, researchers, authors and educational practitioners in the United States, I then missed four days of writing. And I was OK with it, whatever that shows.
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But tonight, I just could not skip writing on the last day.
Why? Because the Slice of Life Challenge is just that. A challenge. And I love a challenge!
Perfect last year? No. Perfect this year? No. Back next year? Absolutely.
Why? Because I have discovered that I can enjoy something and be imperfect.
And that is a great thing to learn about yourself. I learned that on some days, you just have to live. And I learned that there is always hope for tomorrow. Or for next year's Slice?
Isn't that the real reason for the challenge?