"The 100-Day Project is real, I promise" and other thoughts.
I meant to start my 100-Day Project a couple weeks ago, but as with most things, life seemed to get in the way. I went to New York for the first time, which was quite an adventure! I'll write a post about that soon. I've had my fair share of doubts about this project. That thing happened where I felt really inspired and motivated at the inception of the idea, and then I was hit by the realization that I actually need to do it.
I thought that maybe I got a little too ambitious. The thought of writing and leaving letters in random places for 100 days became more intimidating than I wanted to admit. Worst of all, the thought of people finding my letters, throwing them into the nearest trashcan, and then just going on with their lives, was crushing. My vision for these little love letters was that they'd make a real impact by inspiring their recipients to go spread the love that I try to give them. I just want to change the world. Is that too much to ask? (It is.)
This project is making me realize how small I really am, and how insignificant my actions might actually be. But I'm realizing how important it is that I follow through with it.
I also realized that writing AND leaving letters every day for 100 days actually is a little too ambitious. So I've officially decided that the meat of my 100-Day Project will be writing one letter every day for 100 days. By December 1, I'll have a collection of 100 letters. After that, I'll carry a few of them with me at a time, everywhere I go, over the next few months. Maybe over the next year. I don't know yet.
So today is day 1 of spreading more love! Here's to the next 99, and all the rest after that.