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31 days of fun - a failed experiment

Ugh.

So I quit posting. And then I forgot all the fun I was having... and I could make things up, saying that day twenty was the day we went to the Spokane Indians game for fun, when I really don't remember.

Or I could just admit that I didn't finish the month out.

Didn't follow through.

I failed.

But it's okay.

Because I learned a lot about myself in my little experiment.

Even if I didn't manage to tell you all about each of my daily efforts, I was able to refine my own definition of fun... and I challenged myself to step out of my comfort zone.

And - I had fun.

And now I'm ready to move forward and get this nagging feeling off my back for not being a good blogger.

So I'm moving on.

On to September.

Routine.

Cool mornings.

Cross country meets and school lunches.

It'll be fun.

Thanks for your encouragement as I shared my little journey - even if I didn't exactly do it perfectly.

Smooch you all.

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  1. Anonymous4:02 PM

    Thanks for inspiring us too. Leana

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