I like my job, but lately I’ve remembered why I never wanted to do just one thing for years, just one career for life. It relaxes me to know that I will eventually do something else, just because that’s who I am.
I am grateful for all the fresh local vegetables I now get every other week. I’m also pretty sure I’m really going to need some protein soon. My body says so.
I’m trying to break some of my bad habits by learning to crochet, by keeping my hands busy. It may not be working, and it may also be giving me a new compulsion. With the amount my hands shake, it’s also not terribly practical.
I just had my first intense non-cardio workout ever, I think. I’m not generally an enthusiastic weightlifter, but that was pretty satisfying.
I’m going to start writing again in some capacity every day.
This is the week I start planning my next big move, literally and figuratively.
That is what is happening.
