It’s a beautiful day outside -which figures, because I put a glazed ham in the crock pot thinking of cold November nights and nesting. It’s not really a let down because it’s 75 degrees outside with gentle winds and a bright blue sky. How can I complain about that?
My legs are sore from attempting to both jog and do rack squats yesterday. You know how you get rid of a really long headache, and suddenly you feel ready to conquer the world? Well, I found myself on November 1st infused with an unusual level of energy.
I woke up Sunday morning (after a nice sleep-in) and started the new habits I have been wanting for myself the last few weeks. I wrote a blog, I started a form of exercise I have always professed a hatred for and I didn’t hate it as much, I even got over my slump and uploaded my book-in-progress to a single location so I can pick up where I left off.
This month is typically one for giving thanks, and for preparing everything for the chill of dark winter months, when we are less connected to one another. Right now I feel blessed and charged up. Motivated. Ready to pull myself out of this gulag I’ve been in. I love my life right now.
Oh, and I’m still writing.