I've been looking forward to posting today since...well, probably since I got a wild hair to do this whole NaBloPoMo thing back on November 1.
I knew, just knew, that I'd be somehow better at the end of these 30 days -- a better blogger, a better writer, or maybe a bit better at finding those 'aha' moments of insight.
I scrolled through my November archive to see if I could see a difference in the 30 consecutive entries I've posted here in this little blog.
I did enjoy the challenge (most days).
I have documented proof that Mr. O and I saw not just one, but TWO movies in the theater within 30 days. That's a new record for us.
I also have a snapshot of what is in my head in an average month. Well, maybe not average, but close enough.
Otherwise? The only part of me that's better is the one that lives in the moment...pays attention to the little things...doesn't let moments of simple pleasure escape without allowing myself to bask in it.
I think I'll work on digesting those moments, though, without immediately configuring the beginnings of a blog post in my head.
And I'll definitely get back to reading all the wonderful bloggers out there -- which is what I enjoy so much more than writing myself. The talent and insight in this big, bold, blogging world is truly spectacular.
I, myself, am out of words.