I was sitting downtown tonight when a local church tower clock struck half past the hour. I love listening to a clock strike and chime. It reminds me of my maternal grandparents and summers spent at their home. They have a grandfather clock that my Grandpa put together and I grew up hearing the clock strike the hour. Sometimes I would sleep in the living room where it was and stir at its chiming. Every time I hear a clock chime now I am pulled back to memories of my grandparents and growing up with them around. I'm grateful for so many memories of that time of my life. It's comforting, it makes me feel safe, it quiets me.
I've been thinking about it for over a month. Usually, when I'm in it I'm engaged. But this time? I started it indifferent and I've felt indifferent all along. I should have never started. Hindsight is 20/20 they say and they aren't wrong. So when I opened my eyes this morning it was clear. It's time. Time to quit this 365. This is the first 365 that I haven't posted several of the days, the first 365 that I wasn't super excited about, the first 365 that I've quit. I've changed my social media presence and interactions the past year so this is also the first 365 that hardly anyone has been interested in. Is it the topic or my decision to not be as accessible on social media? Or is it some other reason altogether? Well, regardless...I'm throwing in the towel on this one. I can't say if I'll ever do another 365 again. Time will tell and I will know if and when it's time.
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