Yesvember has come to a close, and as expected, the month dazzled me. A couple bits to note- there are indeed only 30 days in November. Good thing I picked up on that in the original November post "28 challenges. 31 days. One month of Yes (and a wee bit of stress) because I can't keep saying no to the blog."

Mid-27 I wrote what might have been my favorite post of the year about what I've learned in the process of writing my little love letter. And a little over a year later, I'm writing admittedly less. (Currently I’m writing on a moving bus. With Tim and Gretchen and Garrett's popcorn. And it’s two weeks after I should have posted this. Because a mid-year post should actually be posted mid year.)

The thing about this year: I’ve still been doing really cool things. And I’m not just writing that so I sound really cool.

There was that great show in Omaha (where we slept at the classiest casino this side of the Missouri), and the time I hosted scotch club (and purchased $250+ worth of scotch with my 15% discount), and when we watched zombies takeover the East Village (and ate burgers named for them), oh and I printed my postcards (but we all know that by now), and once I was in a band for a night (this is worth repeating. a true riot of rhythm), I saw three couples wed (aw), I skipped out on a camping trip (for a good reason. I promise), there was that front row dance party with Mayer Hawthorne ($6 tickets and sweet soul beats), and for about six weeks I was workin out at 5:15am (the most shocking fact of them all.)

All that cool stuff was never really written about. Maybe I’m too busy enjoying the year to thank her. Or maybe I’m just lazy. Or maybe having the internet at home really doesn’t encourage me to write more. But the truth is I'm having a super cool 28th year.