Twenty-nine days.
Twenty-nine days of feeling proud. Truly, actively proud of myself.
Twenty-nine consecutive clearheaded days.
Twenty-nine days of mind-bogglingly consistent energy instead of a moody roller coaster.
Twenty-nine days of awakened creativity. Increased patience. Increased zeal or passion or zest or whatever you want to call this feeling of being engaged in my life on such a deeper and clearer level.
Twenty-nine days without numbed senses. Without hazy memory. Without regret.
Twenty-nine days of living an exquisitely raw, unfiltered life.
What a gift this month has been.
