How has it not been 365 days yet since I started this project?
Because, my goodness, I feel like it's been a lot longer than 255 days.
With more than 100 days to go on my photo challenge, I'm feeling more than a little drained trying to keep up with the project.
It's not that I don't love the output; I do.
The pictures that have come out of the project are ones I adore, that flood my mind with good memories.
But {isn't there always a but when you have to talk about why you love what you love about something?}
But I'm finding myself grasping for the motivation to continue.
And, in that grasping, I'm questioning why I'm still doing the project when I'm feeling drained at trying to keep up.
And when anything in life I normally love becomes a chore, I think I owe it to myself to ask why I'm doing what I'm doing.
Because if I'm pressing on for the sake of pressing on instead of being driven by a love, a passion for this project then really, it's time to let go.
Let go of needing to have the perfect number of 365.
And just accept that maybe 255 is my number for this project.
So I'm taking the rest of the weekend
and probably next week, too {with the intent to finish Creativity Boot Camp}
to see if maybe a break is needed
or if I should just call it in the air
and embrace what's been
and what is.
Because I {or you or anyone} shouldn't end up feeling weighted down by something I {or you or anyone} love.
So I know it's time to do some thinking and putting aside the vision of a perfect 365. Wish me happy soul searching?
