That’s it! My 1001 days or 143 weeks or thirty-three months or two-and-three-quarter years of purgatory/fun/must-remember-to-do-something-on-my-list time has reached the end.
So, how did I do?
I didn’t complete all of the challenges – including, Find another 64 challenges for the list. I found 38. Technically, then, this project should have been called 75 Tasks in 1001 Days, but do you really want to argue with a menopausal woman so close to Christmas? I thought not.
There are some I regret not doing:
- Get a job. I didn’t.
- Leave my poems in 101 locations. (0/101). I didn’t have the guts to be a poetry bomber; it seemed presumptuous to force myself on strangers.
- Read 101 new books (84/101). I did a lot of reading, but mostly old favourites.
- Save £1 for each completed task. I never seemed to have it to spare.
Some I don’t:
- Win NaNoWriMo. This writer really doesn’t have a novel in her.
- Do a REAL spring clean. Talk about your proverbial pipe dream…
- Ride my bike twenty out of thirty days. (0/30). Too much like hard work.
- Try out three new recipes (6/15). Previous comment refers.
- Try olives AGAIN. Forget it. I can still taste the last one.
- Taste a courgette. The olives put me off.
And some are on my To Do List:
- Answer all comments received in one day with song lyrics. Too much fun to let go.
- Ensure Spud can cook before going off to university. My timing was out: that’s next summer’s job.
Tune in tomorrow for the tasks I did manage to complete.
Remember the Scary Snail? He celebrated the first anniversary.