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100 entries

This Little Project has a bunch of ways to get to 100
The moment has arrived - from January through a long inactive stretch, into the mad dash and... finally this post.  100 entries for 2012, a milestone I established on Jan 11th of this year.  At that time, it was a sleepy goal, as my next post was 8 days after sharing my goal on this blog, when I got a balance ball from my wife to make my home office days more healthy; I've used that balance ball occasionally but maybe not so often as I could or should.

It was another month until my next post, when I made my first trip to New Orleans at the start of Carnival.  The food from that city inspired a series of Saturday date nights in February and March to celebrate tasty culinary places of the world (Tuscany, Provence, Rome, and the "Big Easy", which inspired it all).

There were trips scattered in there - NYC, Safari, Venice - and walks with Ruby.  A long pause through most of the first half of the year.  Another long pause into the second half of the year.  A random barrage of photos from a trip to Maui in October.  And then, early in November, motivation.    Followed by over 50 posts in less than 2 months.

Now, 100 entries later, I have accomplished one of my stated goals for 2012.  I missed a few others.  But I am energized by the new year, knowing that it is still possible to accomplish something new when I put my mind to it.  And, it's never too late to get started.

Wishing everyone a happy 2012 that keeps momentum and pace into 2013.  Perhaps another 100 entries?
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