Spring is coming soon. I might start blogging again. Might start a new blog. Might not. We'll see.
Here's the truth: I got really bored with setting five goals, figuring out something to do related to them every week, and keeping track of my so-called progress. I was more active but not more happy or less happy. Just more tired. Somewhere along the way, I realized that the goals I was writing down were simply activities. Things to do is not the same as goals.
So now I'm taking a break from pondering myself. I'd requested a book from the library about living in the moment. It came, I brought it home, and I'm taking it back un-read. Am going to live in the moment instead of reading about it.
And, I gotta ask, what's so frickin' great about serenity? I've survived all kinds of things. Why do I need the safety of serenity. Where's the fun in that?
One good thing: My friend Sherry is back. Yes, she is. I feel good!
I've revised this to remove "blogger" from in front of "friend." That's just wrong.