The Bit With The Mayfly Project…

I recently came across The May­fly Pro­ject.

The Pro­ject
At the end of every year since 2000, we invite read­ers to look back on the last twelve months of their lives and reflect on what has been import­ant, defin­ing or con­stant dur­ing that par­tic­u­lar year, and then sum their year up in just 24 words.

We believe that embra­cing the con­straint of sum­ming up the last year in a hand­ful of words helps to focus what has really mattered.

The Back­ground
[…]
The best brief bio­graphy I’ve ever heard was for a mayfly:

“Born. Eat. Shag. Die.”

Because Eph­em­er­op­tera lives only for twenty-four hours, the sum­mary of its life is refresh­ingly straight­for­ward: To the point. The stuff that mat­ters. Just the essentials.[…]

[T]here’s noth­ing quite like embra­cing the con­straint of brev­ity (whether time or word­count) when sum­ming up the last year of your life to make you re-examine your pri­or­it­ies, or focus on what has affected you or was import­ant to you over the last twelve months.

Due to pop­u­lar demand, we’ve been run­ning the May­fly Pro­ject at the end of every year since then. […] It seems that people have got a lot to say — or rather, that a lot of people have got not a lot to say: twenty-four words, to be pre­cise, reflect­ing the mayfly’s short lifespan.
© Meg Pick­ard at Meish.org

I rather liked the pro­ject as in many ways, it mir­rors my per­sonal journal entries, post-therapy.

Every so often, I make a point of list­ing the key things that I have achieved (no mat­ter how small), since my last entry. Then, list the things I hope to achieve in the future.

Noth­ing massive, I don’t want to take over the world; it’s just a gentle way of remind­ing myself to not let go of the things I’ve learnt through treat­ment, both about myself and oth­ers, and most import­antly: to not for­get the pro­gress I’ve made since.

Before Janu­ary draws to a close, here are my 24 words that sum-up the roller-coaster that was 2009.

2009:

Fought for my inde­pend­ence, felt free in Lon­don. K and I sur­vived her break­down. Ther­apy. Achieved Dip­loma. FINALLY moved into bun­ga­low, adop­ted Ziggy. Love.


2 Comments

  • Charlie wrote:

    I’m called verb­ose by some and I reckon I would prob­ably struggle to put a year into 24 words. It’s a inter­est­ing idea though, espe­cially with the background.

    Hope 2010 is a good year for you guys, and glad K is better.

  • Got smal­ler. Got meaner. Learned how to mis­trust again and am much stronger for it. Learned how to say no and not regret it.

    V xx

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