Thirty days ago I had a goal. A goal to write one blog post every… single… frickin’… day.

Now, as I stand upon the threshold of immortality, a shell of the writer I used to be, I can look back upon the posts and say… I wrote that?

At least there is documented proof of when I got my best job to date. I also promised to take on an unwanted partner named Fred that has taken over my mid-section. I questioned parents who take their toddlers to coffee shops at 10:00 p.m. (and learned never, ever, even hint that you are questioning some random person’s parenting skills because, oh, you might strike a nerve). I documented my daughter’s leaping ability and also that I am, indeed, her best friend, and I am reminded of a favorite memory.

November wasn’t that bad. A lot of good things happened. And because I wrote of them I’ll never forget them.

Of course, December is a whole other matter.