Only twenty-one days left in the year.
That means only twenty-one blog posts left in this daily blog experiment. I'm looking forward to being done. This practice has taught me a lot over the course of the year, but it's also made me appreciate writing for myself only. Longhand. Analog. Paper.
I've been reading a lot of Austin Kleon's blog lately. He keeps a daily logbook where he jots notes about the things he saw and did each day. I love this idea. I keep a journal more days than not, but I rarely capture the little details of life at any given moment. Keeping a logbook might be a good way to ease myself out of this daily blogging habit, and into something a little more private. A little more practical.
Don't you love this photograph of all his logbooks stacked in a pile? "An index of my life," he calls them.
Susannah Conway's "Unraveling" PDF has served as a kind of logbook for me, too, these past few years. I've downloaded, printed and filled it out each December for nearly a decade. It's interesting to look back on them and see which goals I accomplished in short order (the New York Times essay, for one) and which lessons I have to keep learning again and again (making peace with my body, and doing less in a day). Each workbook is like a window to a past self.
She just released the 2018 edition, so I guess it's about time to make a new window.