There’s more than a little bit of irony in failing at your own project established to document your inability to adult.
Except at it’s core, failure was the concept not the catalyst for this blog.
I wanted a creative outlet. It’s just in typical Chelsea fashion, it was all or nothing. Don’t just start a blog, start a 365 project. With three related images a day. On Instagram, a platform I have a well documented history of ignoring. And keep those posts themed and pretty too.
I think it’s a miracle I lasted 33 days.
And then of course, life got in the way. Work has been hectic. Dating continues to be a draining experience. I got sick. And tired.
And now I’m sick and tired of not doing anything.
The project is back, but hopefully in a slightly more achievable format.