Well, I made it. Yay me.
I've been thinking about my yearly challenges. My mom questioned the purpose of them, and with how much I disliked this past month, I'm questioning them as well. I will finish out this year though, because failure is not an option... at least, any more than I have already failed in all the grand plans I stated at the start of this year.
The 104 friendly letters of 2012 served a purpose: kept me on track with keeping in touch with my friends, one of whom was unable to write me back, so I needed a goal that made me think of writing her frequently, so that was a fine challenge. 365 poems was a little over the top, but was very good for me. It got me back into poetry writing which has continued (at a slower pace) into this year. This year's did nothing for me. The practical one of exercising regularly died the first time I got sick. The finishing a story ended fairly quickly (right after I wrote a post about how well it was going, actually), and you all know how the blogging one has been going.
I still want to do something though. I like the challenges I've set. I like seeing myself rise to meet them. But I need a goal to the challenge, a reason to do that certain thing, other than seeing if I can actually write that many letters/poems/blog-posts.
Feel free to give me ideas, and thanks for putting up with me.