Can you believe it? 100 more days and then I’ll be 25. Then my blog project will be over. I remember writing blog number 100. On a cold January evening. With my laptop on the kitchen table. Cat on my lap. Today another cat jumped on my lap. Named Uganda. How appropriate. It made me smile. The countdown has officially begun. Yet my adventures have only just started.

It’s funny how I have become more comfortable throughout this writing challenge. I remember the firs days. It could take me easily an hour to write just a couple hundred words. I would rethink, rewrite and reschedule my blog posts. Now I just write what comes up in my heart. I share it without filtering too much. Okay, there’s still lots that I don’t share. That’s just for me, my friends, family, God and my paper journal. But overall, I am not scared anymore. Not scared of turning 25. Not scared of living out a dream that I always had. The dream of writing.

As the cat is curling up on my lap, I think about how that’s actually a beautiful metaphor of my writing adventure. I didn’t know what would happen. Simply jumped into the deep. And yet I knew I would land safely. In Dutch, there is this saying about cats always landing on its four paws. Well, that’s me.

And not just the adventure part. Also the boring cat part. Where you just curl up, get comfortable and enjoy the care that people give you. Over the past weeks, I have been overwhelmed by people sending me messages, posting on Facebook or simply reaching out with a smile or a hug. I have felt so loved, so warm, so wanted. I read a book recently about languages in which people love. One of mine is definitely serving, so being meaningful to someone in some way is my heart’s language. Just like spending time with people I love as well as positive words. Those are ways into my heart. And those are exactly the ways in which others have shown their love to me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Also thank you for sticking in this writing adventure with me. I know I have been all over the place. Some days, my thoughts just don’t make sense. Some days, the pictures are just not really great. But overall, it’s been good. So incredibly good.

So that’s why I wore my happy socks today. I got the cuddle with a cat called Uganda. My heart is full. Overflowing with gratefulness. I can’t wait to see what the next 100 days will bring me. If there is one thing I have learned from writing every single day, is that I can’t control the future. I can just learn from the past and live with love and gratefulness in the present. That’s all that matters. Cheers to the last 100 days, people!