Milestone

It's strange reaching a milestone or goal. A part of me wants to delay, extend, break in the last moments. It's scary and sad. I'm here. I sit on the 75th day of 75 hard. And it was hard. And it was easy. And it was emotional. And my body hurt. And my spirit strengthened. And I calmed. And I felt anxious. And I felt powerful.

And now what? What changes? What stays? I have anew to create a way of being. New patterns. Ways to feel productive and proud. 

But the accomplishment I will have with me. The knowledge of having done something hard. And at least some of the lessons I learnt while doing it.

I wonder if I'll ever do it again.