Finale

March 31st!

I don’t really have a way to fact check myself on this since I’ve changed blog websites a few times (and absolutely refuse to read my posts from 5+ years ago - they’re embarrassing), but I am pretty certain that this is the first month in my 12 years of slicing that I have not missed a day. (Mom - is it 12?? 13? I always mess this up.) Growth! Personal bests!

About a week ago, I was on the phone with my mom talking about slicing and the historical aspects of it. I had just gone back and read through a few of my posts from the previous year and was happily shocked that they were not torturous for me to read. I am, after all, my own worst critic, and was fully expecting to cringe. Instead, I actually found myself laughing out loud at a few of them, being reminded of small March moments from 2024 that I’d completely forgotten.

“Is it bad that my past self is my own best entertainment??” I said to her.

“You’re ridiculous.” was her (loving) response … or something along those lines.

There are only a few paintings that I’ve made in my life that I can look back on with a significant amount of narrative distance separating their creation and the present moment and say ‘yes! wow! I am so proud of that piece.’ Likewise, it’s taken me a long time to find a voice in writing that I can go back to a year later and think ‘wow! yes! I was funny and could have easily written this yesterday!’ Twelve years, to be exact.

Maybe I’m plateauing. Maybe I’m peaking. Maybe at 28, I’m just… me.

Regardless of The Answer, I am very happy to be here.

Thank you for reading through my 31 days of rambles. :)