You’ve read 100 stories

This was supposed to be a long, blissful post meant to be read in the Sunday morning sun with a bottle of alcohol on the table, toes spread out in the grass, and a dying cigar in hand. If you’re lucky, a beautiful damsel by your side, either reading one of these articles herself or massaging your shoulders.

But that is not the case.

I am grieving yet another defeat to our bitter rivals. Yeah, football.

Last time I swore I would not let the game influence my writing but look at me, I’m just human; defeat makes me weak and vulnerable.

Nonetheless, writing 100 pieces was something I only realized was achievable at the start of this year when I began to take my writing more seriously. It is not the milestone I imagined it would be because my metrics have stagnated for a while, but there are 100 lessons I’ve picked up in every article I’ve written.

My two proudest ones, I’d say, are these: first, I’ve motivated two other people to pursue their own writing, so that’s cool. Second, I’ve discovered more about myself than any therapist could have helped me uncover. The mention of a therapist might imply that I am losing my mind, but that is not the case, beloved. I have been on a journey with every story I’ve written so far, and each one has brought both clarity and confusion to my mind—just as it should for a young man.

I’ve surprisingly made friends, and built a small community of readers. Not to sound motivational, but practice really does make perfect—or at least close to perfect. My earlier articles were an abuse of the writing craft, but with every new post I improved something, and now they are a delight to different people across the country. I never would have imagined there’d come a time when someone would be waiting for Sunday just to see what Reagan has written. It is a blessing I do not take for granted.

Tomorrow I’ll go for a drink to celebrate this little win. Maybe hit a few bowling pins to shake off my frustration from the derby defeat. Then come back, read a few pages, and start planning for the second phase of this ‘baby’ of mine: the goal to 200 articles.

Thank you for joining me on this little journey. It makes it less lonely and far more fun when you’re with me. To those who always like, share, or comment with their chest, here’s a century of kisses and hugs.

As I said, I am grieving, and it is the middle of the night. It is deathly quiet, and the sound of my keyboard clacking feels eerie to my ears. Also, this is a celebratory post not meant to take much of your time.

So go read my previous articles to witness this journey firsthand, and share this blog with your grandmas, cousins, your barber, your landlord, and your boda guy.

Si next week, same time…

✍🏽Reagan.

You can find all my other articles HERE.