A-Z Challenge Reflections: a quickie post!



Taking this challenge has helped consolidate what I have to say and how I want to convey it. I write everyday so the routine wasn’t too arduous but there is something about making the public commitment that makes you stretch a bit further, faster, stronger. 

Thank you to everyone who has been part of process, it has been a positive experience and although I now, in all honesty, do follow more blogs than I have time to read, connections have been made and I hope to maintain some level of online sociability. In short: grateful for the opportunity to be pleasantly surprised. 

Hmm... what to write next? 


Comments

Susan Flett Swiderski said…
Congrats for making it the distance. Nice job!
30 April 2012 at 16:03
Along the Way with JnK said…
Love your shoes...I am a flipflop fanatic and yes I can see those are sandles, but they are so cute!
30 April 2012 at 16:27
Stephanie V said…
Yup, we always follow more than we can read. I visit when I can and I expect that's what everyone does.

I have enjoyed meeting you, reading your posts and appreciate your comments when you drop by mine.
30 April 2012 at 16:55
Lynn Proctor said…
it's been so nice to read your blog--hope to stay in touch!
30 April 2012 at 17:58
Suze said…
Is that you in the pic?!
30 April 2012 at 18:08
Gossip_Grl said…
Boy isn't that the truth and Congrats you did it :)
30 April 2012 at 21:52
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you all lovely lovely people! Those are my feet in my sandals but the adorable Girl sat typing is my daughter, aged 2, doing an impression of me. She is now 22 and still hilarious. We got 99 problems but a chuckle ain't one! :-)
30 April 2012 at 22:25
Teresa Cypher said…
Sweet post, Lily! Kudos for seeing the challenge through to the end! :-)
1 May 2012 at 02:04
Martha said…
We did it! Congrats :)
1 May 2012 at 02:31
M Pax said…
We meet here at the end. I hope to stay connected. Your daughter is so darling at the typewriter.
1 May 2012 at 02:41
Lisa Southard said…
Congrats all round! I didn't actually open a bottle, but I felt like i could hear lots of corks popping! :-)
1 May 2012 at 11:04
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