January is over, or will be in a few more hours. I didn't accomplish everything I had hoped to do this month--in fact, I didn't even begin some projects. January comes with such hope: this is the year I will (fill in the blank.) Sometimes January ends with resignation and defeat. Oh well, there's always next year.
Why do we do that to ourselves? We don't have to wait for another year, another month, another week, or even another day. If there is something you want to do, make it happen! (At least that is the little pep-talk I sometimes give myself.)
One thing I was going to do in January was to write about the #52Stories Project. In short, the #52Stories Project provides prompts each week to help people write their personal history. I was going to introduce the concept and then write a post each week that went along with the weekly prompt. Obviously, that didn't happen. I have a couple of different options now: 1. I could forget about it altogether. 2. I could start in January 2018. 3. I could make my own hashtag: #48Stories. 4. I could leave the hashtag alone and just jump in as soon as I can.
I choose option 4. Would you like to join me? Let's give ourselves a week to think about each question. The prompt we can write about next week, then, is: Do you know the story of how your grandparents met and fell in love?
You can publish your answer in a blog post, write it down in a notebook, or document it some other way--the important thing is to preserve the memories.
Thanks for prompts, and for second (or more) chances!