Thank you ALL for sharing this amazing journey with me! It was so wonderful to celebrate with you at the party. What an incredible night!

On a side note, The Naked Cowboy sends his apologies. He called me on Sunday, and because The Grand Ole Opry wouldn't let him perform in his skivvies, he left Nashville early to drive home to see his Mom. Because he was driving, he didn't look at his datebook and forgot to call. He was VERY apologetic.

A lot of you have asked if I am going to keep taking a picture every day. As you can see, I am one who loves to document life. So yes, I will keep taking pictures and sharing them with all of you. But it won't be every day.

If you didn't get to the party, or didn't get a chance to read it there, here is what I wrote about my Picture A Day experience.

What started out as a whim has turned into a project that has inspired me to observe my world through a different lens. The ordinary becomes extraordinary. Speed becomes still. In an era that prides itself on exposing the private self to the public, it’s not a new concept. But it is unique. And it’s been extremely special to me.

I remember the day I decided to embark on this crazy photography journey. It was an unusually balmy, sunny day in February about two weeks before my birthday. I had recently been through a rough patch, but that day I felt a renewed sense of hope and an amazing sense of well being. With the sun at my back and my fellow New Yorkers rushing past, I took my first self-portrait. My shadow. The rest, as they say, is history.

The rules were simple: Take a photo every day. Be the sole photographer. Write about it.

Up close, it’s a day in the life of a 34-year-old woman.
A woman who is outgoing and walks really fast.
A woman who cherishes her friends and loves a rare steak.
A woman who wears her heart on her sleeve and sometimes says too much.
A woman who falls in love with details and always takes the trip.
A woman who has never met a stranger.

Take a step back and it’s a different story. It’s a year that is so much bigger than me.

What I marvel at most is the diversity of my participants - my two-year-old nephew, a famous author, my oldest friend, the man who sells me a donut from his street cart, Woody Allen, my mom, Miss Saturn, strangers in costume, Sigourney Weaver, my boyfriend before I knew I loved him, President Bill Clinton, a bald-headed waitress, a magician, the Naked Cowboy, my 90-year-old grandma. And YOU.

Thank you for sharing this incredible year with me. You listened and taught me something new. You laughed and posed and smiled and posed again. You made me think.
You shared yourself.

My cousin Adam would ask, “Yeah, but what have you learned?”

I’ve learned that a year goes by as quickly as you let it.
I’ve learned that you can fall in love with the right person.
I’ve learned that it’s hard to do something every day.
I’ve learned that Mallomars are my favorite cookie.
I’ve learned to be less judgmental.
I’ve learned to play poker.
I’ve learned that we all need the same things.
I’ve learned to look for the humanity instead of the flaws.
I’ve learned to sit a little stiller.
I’ve learned that the body grows older but the soul stays the same.