<p><em>"I have always been a terrible keeper of feelings. Everything spills. A glance becomes a paragraph, a silence becomes a chapter, and suddenly I am awake at three in the morning, giving language to things that were never mine to name. I would write until the words stopped sounding like words and started sounding like a confession. I would write until I could no longer tell whether I was trying to remember you or trying to forget you. Oh, how cruel it is to love something so deeply. The only place you can put it is on a page, where it can live forever, even when you no longer do."</em></p><p>***</p><p>I had no idea what to write for this piece that wouldn't end up seeming repetitive of everything else. I just knew that this series is almost over, and I wanted to write something before the last day. </p><p>So please bear with me. </p><p>We're somehow in <strong>day...29? (😭😭😭)</strong></p><p>And after nearly a month of talking about all the things I've been learning and doing, I have finally remembered that I am also (supposed to be) a writer 😅</p><p>(Not counting contests or this series)</p><p>I have been writing a book for almost a year now, and I have been stuck on it for quite some time.</p><p>I really thought that this series, and all the sudden drive and activity that came with it, would somehow push me out of that little corner I'd written myself into.</p><p>I wasn't expecting to be so spectacularly wrong. </p><p>I have barely touched the book, save for that little piece above I managed to write a couple of hours ago. </p><p>To be honest, I think it's quite... beautiful? Not sure if that's the right word though.</p><p>But I'm definitely sure that it has absolutely nothing to do with the book I'm supposed to be writing 😂</p><p>Not even a little bit.</p><p>I've spent the last thirty minutes trying to convince myself that even though it's not right for that particular scene, in that particular chapter, maybe i could still use it for another part. </p><p>But to be honest, everything about it is completely wrong. The style, the tone...I mean, my main character isn't even a writer or writ<em>ing</em> or anything of that sort.</p><p>So I've accepted that it probably (definitely) isn't going into the book, and that I'm back right where I started. </p><p>I guess this really makes writing my book another thing I didn't actually do this last month.</p><p>I might as well just mention some parts of the list.</p><p>I didn't become fluent in Spanish or German and Arabic. Obviously, fluency is a <em>stretch</em> but compared to ASL, I am very very far behind in learning any spoken language. I don't really know how this happened. I think maybe keeping up with myself got harder and I ended up going in directions that were easier for me. </p><p>I also didn't read nearly as many books as I thought I would. </p><p>I didn't try any new recipes or really learn to draw faces either. </p><p>I didn't go anywhere. I had this daydream that I'd still manage to get out into the world sometime during the end of this series but the farthest I've gone is Marrs...</p><p>(John Marrs 😭💔)</p><p>When I look back at the list I had in my head when I started this, there is a still a small amount of stuff I didn't do. I think that's fine though. I want to believe that I have all the time in the world to do them.</p><p>And of course, much, much more. </p><p>I'm a little bit sad that this series is ending.</p><p>I don't usually find myself journaling unless I am very overwhelmed. But somehow I've managed to do this for a whole month (there are many different drafts of whatever I put out). Somehow, almost all of them are me talking about myself and my life and my feelings and my interests, and I am excited or very calm or just very happy about something, or even nothing, other than the fact that I'm doing something that I enjoy and telling someone about it.</p><p>I will probably never do this ever again 😂 At least not so publicly. </p><p>I've caught myself more than enough times feeling like I'm letting other people down by not doing 'enough', when I know that that probably isn't true and that I shouldn't be bothered about things like what other might think, especially when I also know that no one really cares that much 😂</p><p>Still though, I have really enjoyed writing this, and sharing this with you. </p><p>And even though I'm a little sad that it's ending, I also think I'm ready for the last day.</p><p>See you tomorrow.</p>