In December, I made a list of goals for 2017.
In January, it was cloudy and grey for twenty days straight. It was cold, dark, and felt like a thirty one day holiday hangover. Nothing could get me motivated except books; I binged through one or two a week.
The Baker Creek Heirloom Seed Catalog arrived. I wanted to buy every seed packet, scatter them randomly in my yard, and call it done. The fact that it was 15 degrees outside and that the ground was covered in snow did nothing to dissuade my desire.
I played Mousehunt, 2048, and TapTiles way too much. Mousehunt is a game of patience and occasional interaction, so it stays. 2048 I finally won, so don’t have an obsessive desire to play anymore. And because TapTiles is like crack for MahJong players, I have to regulate that to a limited amount of time or I would stare at the screen until my eyeballs rolled around on the keyboard.
I read way too many political articles and felt depressed about it all. I meditated and stayed strong.
February dawned identical to January, and that sinus thing visited for a miserable seven days. Fourteen days on, and it still lingers via a sometimes froggy throat. I’m thankful it wasn’t much worse, as even some schools have closed in the area due to influenza and the like. Definitely thankful it wasn’t influenza.
Which is all not to apologize or make excuses, but rather to acknowledge that January was zero, February thus far has been 0.25, and who knows what March will bring. Most likely lions and lambs, snow, sleet, grey, and occasional sun, because for mid-Michigan, March is still winter.
One very bright spot this month is that I received my official life coach certification from the Life Purpose Institute, and can start adding “CLC” -certified life coach- behind my name. This blog will most assuredly be moved around and changed yet again as I begin to incorporate that life change into these written words. That business plan is in progress, indefinitely.
As I write this on Saturday, the sun is shining. The temperature will be above freezing. Another birthday approaches on tiptoes. My second life coaching class is nearing the end, and the third about to begin.
Here, the seasons are getting ready to change. It’s not spring, at least not in my little corner of the world, but soon enough. This time of moving the sea from East to West is proceeding, one tablespoon at a time. How are you doing?