Truth be told, I've been a bit out of sorts for a week or two, maybe longer. And yet, the 100 Thing Challenge goes on. It has become somewhat habitual. It keeps on keeping on, whether life is treating me well or not. Like love. I suppose that's a good development.
In the midst of my melancholy, I've managed to purge five items from my 100 Thing Challenge list, and also add one much needed item.
Granted the "much needed" item -- a pair of khakis -- has compounded my gloomy mood. I thought I would never own another pair of khakis in my life. Nope, there they are, wrinkle free, hanging in my closet. Yuck.
The 100 Thing Challenge book is progressing. I was encouraged by a few kind words of affirmation from one reader. I have come to realize that writing a book is a profoundly lonely and insecure endeavor. To risk sharing bits and pieces along the way is no easy task. For now I feel like I am moving in the right direction regarding the book and its message, even if the end feels a long way off. So thanks you-know-who, and tomorrow it's back to work.