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11.04.2008 :: 57. Glutton

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My mother would call me a Glutton for Punishment. She loves phrases. Someone should call the men in the little white coats because I am srsly thinking of joining the NaNoSweMo. I mean, if you meet me, I'm sure I come off as a reasonably sane person and yet.....
I have always been a terrible joiner. And none more than here in blogland. If there was a knitalong, I joined. I never finished but I joined. Never. Okay maybe once. I'm thinking Everyday Cardigan.
Then the NaNoBloMo came along. Blogging during the month of November. And I did it! Remarkable for someone who was THIS close to leaving blogging.

Then along came 365 blogging. After calling some of my dearest friends crazy for even thinking about that, somehow I joined. Never, mind you believing that I could do it. I really did set myself up for failure. But a funny thing happened along the way. Here it is, November 4th and I am still blogging every day. Barring a catastrophic failure of electronics or the brain, I think I'm going to make it! No one is more surprised than me.
So, here I am, sailing along the final stretch of the 365. Dare I say that it is even NO problem nowadays. I hope I do not tempt my fate with that statement.
Then I have to go mess it up by challenging myself to do a sweater in a month???? SRSLY. CRAZY.
I don't think I can do it. I don't think it is physically possible.
And yet..
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Talk me down off that ledge. Or jump with me, either way.

Posted by Sandy on 11.04.2008 AT 04:43 PM

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