People will often say that they've seen their whole lives flashed before their eyes after experiencing a traumatic event. Perhaps it’s a bit morbid, but I think that sounds pretty incredible. So here's my experiment, starting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday...

One girl. One photo a day. One year.

Ally, keep doing what you are doing and do not be afraid to be the true you. Even if 365 Project is over, you still have many years left to fill with your wonderful, gorgeous, upbeat personality and photographs. Do not stop because it is an ending point, continue because you are creating a beautiful change for the better. Do not be afraid to take risks. Let your talent and charm shine through. Continue to live your life and achieve your dreams. Do not shy away from the world, let them discover u

Oh, my heart! 

So. Here we are. From day one, I’ve thought about what I would possibly write here. I’ve been wondering whether, after a whole year, I’d have something profound to say. Wondering if I’d have anything to say at all. Would I feel different, changed maybe, at the end of this project? But now I realize it was never about the end. I could speak endlessly about the things I’ve learned from Project 365, both technically and personally, throughout the course of this year. But above all else, I’ve found this to be true. Documenting a year of your life sounds intimidating, but it has also prodded me to be more, to live more, so that I would have something to show for each day. And this year, I lived a whole lot. I went streaking in a rainstorm. I sang in a professional opera. I ate too many fried things. I forgot to sleep for 72 hours. I fell out of love. I fell through a floor. I discovered the various culinary applications of marshmallow cream. I had brown hair. Red hair. Blonde hair. Blue hair, for a bit. I slept on couches. I talked to people I was scared shitless to approach. I danced - very badly I might add. I stole a three pound block of mozzarella from party and ran like hell. I saw the sun rise from just about every academic building on campus. I met a boy. I met a girl. I got a job. I scootered around unity house with a plate of green eggs in one hand, a 40 in the other, and a rat on my head. I cried until I couldn’t any more. I laughed until I peed. I was tweeted by an international superstar. I picnicked on a roof. I staged a fake wedding. I blacked out. I browned out. I mellowed out. I discovered the true purpose of the photo studio. I got 31 stitches. I somehow managed to successfully navigate the New York City subway system. I got a tattoo. I discovered the joys of porchsitting and the therapeutic powers of nail polish and Mickey eggs at the Deli. I loved my body. I hated my body. I bathed in a waterfall. I touched too many cats. I had a religious experience in a church that had absolutely nothing to do with god. I had a religious experience in a pinegrove that had absolutely everything to do with god. I drank a lot of Sunny D. I climbed a mountain. Moral of this long-winded story, as eyeroll-inducing as it may be. Do something. Be something. Create something. Attempt something so ambitious that never in a million years would you think you could achieve it. Because you just might. And it feels so bittersweet to be typing this last bit… 365/365

So. Here we are.

From day one, I’ve thought about what I would possibly write here. I’ve been wondering whether, after a whole year, I’d have something profound to say. Wondering if I’d have anything to say at all. Would I feel different, changed maybe, at the end of this project? But now I realize it was never about the end.

I could speak endlessly about the things I’ve learned from Project 365, both technically and personally, throughout the course of this year. But above all else, I’ve found this to be true. Documenting a year of your life sounds intimidating, but it has also prodded me to be more, to live more, so that I would have something to show for each day. And this year, I lived a whole lot. I went streaking in a rainstorm. I sang in a professional opera. I ate too many fried things. I forgot to sleep for 72 hours. I fell out of love. I fell through a floor. I discovered the various culinary applications of marshmallow cream. I had brown hair. Red hair. Blonde hair. Blue hair, for a bit. I slept on couches. I talked to people I was scared shitless to approach. I danced - very badly I might add. I stole a three pound block of mozzarella from party and ran like hell. I saw the sun rise from just about every academic building on campus. I met a boy. I met a girl. I got a job. I scootered around unity house with a plate of green eggs in one hand, a 40 in the other, and a rat on my head. I cried until I couldn’t any more. I laughed until I peed. I was tweeted by an international superstar. I picnicked on a roof. I staged a fake wedding. I blacked out. I browned out. I mellowed out. I discovered the true purpose of the photo studio. I got 31 stitches. I somehow managed to successfully navigate the New York City subway system. I got a tattoo. I discovered the joys of porchsitting and the therapeutic powers of nail polish and Mickey eggs at the Deli. I loved my body. I hated my body. I bathed in a waterfall. I touched too many cats. I had a religious experience in a church that had absolutely nothing to do with god. I had a religious experience in a pinegrove that had absolutely everything to do with god. I drank a lot of Sunny D. I climbed a mountain.

Moral of this long-winded story, as eyeroll-inducing as it may be. Do something. Be something. Create something. Attempt something so ambitious that never in a million years would you think you could achieve it.

Because you just might. And it feels so bittersweet to be typing this last bit…

365/365

Could you not stop doing 365 pretty please?

<3 <3 <3 POLITE ANON, YOU MAKE MY HEART HAPPY. 

CONTINUE YR BLOG PLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

OOOF. JURY IS DELIBERATING. AND BY JURY I MEAN MY BRAIN. 

364/365 My beautiful lil Hayley is all grown up too. Weird.  Also weird: Project 365 ends today, I turn 19 tomorrow, and I move to Boston next week. MY HEART FEELS STRANGE ABOUT ALL OF THESE THINGS. 

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My beautiful lil Hayley is all grown up too. Weird. 

Also weird: Project 365 ends today, I turn 19 tomorrow, and I move to Boston next week. MY HEART FEELS STRANGE ABOUT ALL OF THESE THINGS. 

363/365 It&#8217;s like that thiiiing of when you avoid tumblr like the plague because you know your 365 is ending and you don&#8217;t know how to feel about that.  Also LOOK. My lil crazy K8 is all grown up! 

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It’s like that thiiiing of when you avoid tumblr like the plague because you know your 365 is ending and you don’t know how to feel about that. 

Also LOOK. My lil crazy K8 is all grown up! 

362/365 I did a shoot the other day with a THREE YEAR OLD and A PET CHICKEN. Kind internet people, if you don&#8217;t hear from me in a while, it&#8217;s probably because MY HEART HAS SIMPLY EXPLODED ON ACCOUNT OF ALL THE ADORABLE. I MEAN, COME ON. 

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I did a shoot the other day with a THREE YEAR OLD and A PET CHICKEN. Kind internet people, if you don’t hear from me in a while, it’s probably because MY HEART HAS SIMPLY EXPLODED ON ACCOUNT OF ALL THE ADORABLE. I MEAN, COME ON. 

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