That snapshot of my stats only partially describes my last 30 days. Sure, you can see that huge spike when Fussy linked to me, and the numbers steadily climbed as other folks found me through the NaBloPoMo Randomizer. But I don't feel like I've taught the world to sing in the last month any more so than I would have otherwise. I just made a promise to myself to be consistent and see how I felt at the end.

What I did learn this last month is that I love to write. It may not always come easily, but I always feel better after I've sat and put some words down. What was most fascinating is those days when I least wanted to write, I did it anyways and it didn't sound like complete garbage and I didn't say anything I would later regret and I felt significantly more human after writing. Sitting my ass down at the end of the day (sometimes, like tonight at the very very very end of the day) has really helped me get perspective on what all I did and how much it matters in the grand scheme of things. I think I've been sleeping better. I'm certainly happier.

So I'm going to try to stick with this. I can't guarantee I'll have pearls to cast every evening (because sometimes I just want to go to bed), but I hope to share something of value a little more often than once a fortnight.

Tonight was another one of those nights I dreaded coming up with something to say. I'm exhausted and don't have the energy to tell you all about Shamu and the world's hugest Christmas tree and my haircut and how they all relate to each other in a wacky and cosmic way. But I did want to thank you all for bearing with me in my little experiment. I hope we can do this again soon.