Piano Song of the day: Let It Go (182 / 182)
Yes, I finished the song, all one hundred and eight two notes, both hands, at full speed. And now I can let it go (finally).
So why am I here?
Not as in, why are we all here? What is the meaning of life and is the answer to the ultimate question about life, the universe, and everything really forty-two?
No, why am I am still here every day writing words on this dying platform? A subject that has come up a lot recently for at least two of us, and probably came up for some of the others that wrote for long periods of time before bailing.
I'm here because it's a habit. One I don't put a lot of serious effort into as I feel I have probably gained everything that was to be gained - I can write easily and I've met some wonderful people too.
I'm still here because I have my own goal at which point I have decided to stop. I won't be writing in 2022. Well maybe occasionally, but not in this form every day. This journey will be done, and apparently, that is the reward.
I wrote over 145,000 words the first year. In the second and third years I have no idea as the export is broken and the word count is iffy.
If you are feeling nostalgic, here is the post from the end of year 1.