On the days leading up to April 4, the creative internet world was abuzz about a new 100 Day Project kickoff; the idea is relatively simple—pick something creative to do and do it for 100 days in a row. I do not like to sit out projects when they're suggested, so I got a bee in my bonnet about joining in this time. On April 3, I decided I would blog! For 100 days in a row!
This continued with almost near perfect success until the 48th or so day, when I looked around and decided I might spontaneously combust.
In a fit befitting a toddler, I melted down and quit the project with my pride hurt and my attitude in even worse shape.
As I was trying to get through my May book club book (A Room With a View by E.M. Forster) amidst all the other things going on last month, I came across a line that smacked me in the face: "Non fate guerra al Maggio," which translates from Italian as "Do not war with May." It all became so clear: this project—and my ill-advised expectation of being able to keep up with other people dancing through their projects without a hitch—was warring with May, even if I didn't lose the battle until near the end of the month. I knew it was ill-advised from the beginning, because on April 4 I could see in the distance and knew May was on the horizon like it is every year. I just ignored it.
I don't like to quit. So, maybe I'll hit my 100 by the fall, maybe not until January. There's a happy medium between never telling stories and storytelling overload, and I clearly have been missing that space. So to anyone still showing up for their 100 days in a row, I'm cheering you on! On an every third or fourth or fifth day plan now.