This year I resolved to:
- Write more.
- Eat less.
- Exercise more.
- Complain less.
of course, until I reread it tomorrow. But I felt happy while writing and that’s usually a good sign.
I ate practically nothing. I was too engrossed in my novel. An apple. Some yogurt. A banana.
At mid-day I hit a snag and went for a long walk to work it out. I walked faster than usual because it was cold and that was the only way to keep warm. It felt good to walk fast and think clearly, for a change. By the time I got home I had worked out the snag.
As for complaining? What’s that? All’s right with the world!