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Here we are. Here I am. 90. 90 consecutive days of reflecting, writing, publishing, and podcasting. I began with a commitment of 30 days, then decided to go for 60, and then 90.
I’ve never even written in my personal journal for 90 days in a row, let alone a published, public-facing composition and podcast, each accompanied by relevant and intentionally chosen photographs from my own collection.
Wow.
We are in the season of graduations and ceremonies and the end of school years and so I am taking time this evening to really celebrate this accomplishment and the conclusion and fulfillment of an intense commitment of time and energy.
Wow.
In recent days, I have returned to some of the podcasts and to some of the written products and to say that I am grateful for this archived journey would be a great understatement. I love that my children will have access to this collection, which comes from a place of deep love and desire to share what has been so graciously and freely shared with me.
If you’re just tuning in and are interested in digging into the breadth and scope of the project, the best place to find it in its entirety is at https://www.awakenengage.com/blog/. There, you will find the posts with corresponding photos, written text, and the audio versions. All in one place. I just navigated there to make sure I was providing the correct link and, again, all I can say is “Wow!”
Well-done. And thank you to this body and mind for doing their job to complete the work.
What’s next?
I’m not sure. I have come to an end of sorts and I have quite a bit of travel coming up for May that will certainly make it challenging to keep up the production schedule. I haven’t spent a night away from home in 90 days, I guess. That feels crazy. My setup is very mobile, though, so we’ll see.
I haven’t stopped doing my earlier challenges of daily ice baths and somatic breathwork, so perhaps I won’t stop this either. But maybe it won’t be daily. I don’t know. It would feel like quite a loss in my life to just stop doing it.
I did have the thought earlier this evening that perhaps daily writing can become like the wind or music or a river at some point. You know, the phenomena that when something is constantly creating sounds, when something is constantly happening, it becomes less and less noticeable and blends into the background of our conscious awareness. It is often only when we get indoors out of the wind, when we get a pause in the music, when we walk far enough away from the river, that we begin to consciously notice both the “thing” and the silence from which the “thing” arises and returns.
There may be some value to both audience and writer to pause and just notice. And, there may be some value to just continuing the work as naturally as wind blows and rivers flow.
100 consecutive days feels nice, but perhaps just for the feather in the cap. And feathers in caps don’t weather well, so that’s not enough of a reason at this point in my life. Nothing to really prove here. Nowhere I need to go to get where I am. Noone to become.
I suppose I will sleep on it and wait and see and hear and feel and just be with it all as it is as I am.
Peace
Photo: Oxford University || 6.24.23