“You did it! 30 posts in 30 days. Which was your favorite prompt? Which was the most difficult? Which ideas will you reuse? Who was your favorite fellow blogger?”
Today’s post is brought to you by the letters “B” and “D”.
I love taking part in the writer’s month challenges because I verily believe it is an opportunity to illustrate a goal, and the accomplishment of said goal.
No matter the pain, the brain-drain…the copious amounts of coffee required to get through the discomfort of fingers that just do NOT want to cooperate…no matter what your perceptions are of me, what I am and what I choose to do…you cannot deny me the very value that augments my honour and worth:
Don’t forget, I chose this month to post EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. while also orchestrating the biggest day of my life…my wedding ceremony and reception this coming Saturday.
In. Four. Days.
I am, most assuredly, that bat-shit crazy.
My favourite part? I love being able to write about the “hard things.” Those life lessons that ain’t all purple painted ponies pooping butterflies jacked up on jellybeans. It becomes a challenge, then to illustrate the difficulties and the raw suckassery of it all without coming off as Eeyore.
No one likes Eeyore.
Everyone pities Eeyore.
I was a little perturbed with a couple of the prompts, either because I didn’t feel I could muster enough awesomeness to make it sound like the reader wanted to come in, sit down, have a cuppa…
The letters-to-myself concept had just been done in November, for example. I liked the one I’d written in November. It was epic. I like epic.
“I write about my health because….” just seems to be so overdone. It’s a question whose answer can often be found either in the introduction to a writers’ site, or in their “About Me” page/section. I think there’s another means by which to illicit a more interesting post (especially for repeat writers).
I liked a few of the prompts which allowed me to write a bit about the chaos of my reality…to involve the people in my life: “Best Conversation I had this Week.” It could’ve been related to your health journey…I chose not to.
I don’t eat, sleep and dream this shit.
I get enough doses of difficulties during my waking moments.
I like to read about what people did regardless of their chronic afflictions.
I want to see posts that tell a story of how a person, no matter how “healthily defunct” they are…went out to a weekend scrapbooking retreat and shows pictures of the awesomeness they’ve made.
I know you’re hurting.
I know you’re struggling.
That doesn’t define who you are…and that exactly the person I’d love to learn about!!!
I might have mentioned it before, so bear with me:
I have crafted a wedding ceremony and reception out of thin air by utilizing skills I am dearly proud of.
I have completed the Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge within the context of said crafting.
Put a fork in me…I. AM. DONE!!!
Your friendly neighbourhood Chronic Canadian Badass 🙂