It started out as just an idea. Being a self-proclaimed blogger, like everyone else in 2015, I wanted to bring my blog to life this summer. After a few minutes of brainstorming on one of my lunch breaks, it was born: 98 Days of Summer. Half-inspired by one of my favorite movies, "500 Days of Summer," I thought this was super clever to blog everyday for 98 days (not 500).

It's nearing the end of my experiment and I have to say, I never expected the results. After blogging everyday, from reminiscing on freshman year to skin problems to lucky numbers to even brick walls, I now think in a different way, constantly. Getting in the routine of having to produce content that I think other people will want to read has really tailored my writing..in a good way. No longer am I the angsty teenager in her bedroom posting on her "blog." Now, every morning around 10AM, I am sitting with a cup of coffee, perfecting the blog post before it goes live. Before I started, I was worried I would find myself with no ideas to write about. However, the opposite ended up happening. Some days, I have so many ideas, it's hard to choose which one to post first.

Before this summer, I considered myself a writer. Looking back, I realize I wasn't one at all. Now, I think in perfect paragraphs and catchy openers and even more mysterious enders. Sure, my anatomy has not changed and I still use my eyes to see. However, I feel like the world is compartmentalized into words. Sometimes beautiful words, heart-breaking words, terrifying words to nostalgic words.

Everything I encounter on a daily basis can be turned into a blog post. Anything as important as current events and anything as irrelevant as my lazy Sunday schedules.

Even more so, I may have strengthened my writing, but I also introduced myself to a new person: me. I have always been a very closed off person. Opening myself up to people is a territory that is extremely hazardous for me. Through these blog posts and using them as crutches for when I wasn't feeling 100% about life, I saw the inner-workings of my universe. Not only did I permanently kick writer's block out of my house, but I reacquainted myself with my battered pride, band-aided heart and sore eyes. With a little help from coffee and Tumblr, 98 days later, I am almost back to new, no band-aids in sight.

If you are struggling with a creative block or even just want a chance to get to know yourself, start a blog or a journal. Write a word, a fragment, a sentence, or even a paragraph, everyday. You'll be amazed at what happens to your writing and even more so, what you find you out about yourself.