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Back on January 21st, we asked you to predict what day #211 would be like. Well, July 30th is that day — how have your predictions held up so far? If you didn’t reply to the prompt at the time, is this year turning out to be as you’d expected?

On January 21, at the end of the blog I wrote:

What I know is that Wednesday, July 30, will be here before I know it; life seems to pass even faster the older you get. But, for today, I’ll just try to appreciate the moments. Life has curious bends and twists, so despite my plans and expectations, who knows what July 30 will bring?

For myself, I pray for continued good health, and hope that on July 30, I feel as well and content as I do now.

Life may have curious bends and twists, but I am here, as hoped, and life has unfolded as expected, and has been good to me and my family. What pleases me is that I’m still writing this blog. I did take nearly a month off when I was in England and Scotland — too much else to do there — but my goal was to write every day, and I have pretty much achieved that. I’m glad.

Sometimes I don’t know how to respond to the daily prompt, or I find it repetitive or something I’ve never thought about before in my life and thus, difficult. Nevertheless even repetition is a challenge because it’s means viewing similar material in a different way. Writing about unexpected topics stretches my mind and abilities, so that’s good too.

I must chide myself though, because I haven’t done the children’s writing I should be doing — I can’t think of a good excuse. Even with blogging every day, the creative juices still aren’t flowing where I hoped they would. “Hoped” may be the problem. I think that (as I’ve been told) creativity is only part of the process — hard work and perseverance are necessary.  Just as I’m blogging every day I should be working on my creative writing every day.

I’m a procrastinator, but it’s becoming clearer to me that at my age, I either use it or lose it! So far the mind and body are working with me, but the future viewed at my age becomes finite.

I have appreciated meeting other bloggers, and have laughed, cried, oohed and aahed at their abilities and stories. There are not enough hours in the day to read the great stories that are out there in Blog Land.