I’ve survived the first month of January, and I’ve made some progress. That whole “health” thing is progressing will (runkeeper and sparkpeople.com make the cell phone actually worth carrying).
But at the same time… I’ve finished one book this month. I mean, I started at least five others, but my usual reading rate is something like 8 to 10 books a month, so that’s not good. Especially since I haven’t been writing either.
And that probably explains why my mood has been so dramatically up and down this month, because there hasn’t really been a chance to keep up with myself.
I’m trying to figure out where that time went.
I completed a few pattern repeats of a “dickie” I started three months ago! But I still haven’t finished. And my mom took me fabric shopping to make my own dress—which can’t be started until at least tomorrow. I’m not keeping up with any television shows.
I haven’t even been playing with my new phone. I know, because I apparently get insanely long battery life.
Whatever, I’m weigh less than I have in at least two years. Balance will come with practice and attention.
And I’ve been noticing a lot of misogyny/bigotry in the world. So there’s that.