Today was the last day of my third year of 365. The previous two years I wrote big long retrospectives about what was on my mind.
This year I forgot until almost 10 o’clock.
I got quoted about the project in an Orlando newspaper this week and the reporter mentioned that I was edging up on 1,100 days. Somehow I never really think of it that way.
At this point, this is just something I do. Something that gives me a chance to reflect on my day every day. It’s not even about the art most of the time anymore. After three years it’s just about my life.
Today I was sick. So sick I stayed home from work. Hell of a way to end the year.
Tomorrow is another day.