Just Another January
It’s January. I know, mostly from blogging, that I get depressed about this time every year. It ain’t lack of sunshine either. I’ve got plenty. I feel all right this year, though, despite a disastrous Christmas. My mom threw me out of the house because of the essays I sent her last October. She’d disown me if she knew I had this blog …
But I’m here and probably more comfortable in my own skin than I’ve maybe ever been. I’m proud I’m a writer and proud of what I write. I’m a good person with my own point of view. I like people. For the most part, they like me back.
I fear that I gained all of the weight back that I lost last year on Weight Watchers. I haven’t gotten on the scales because I don’t want to know. I can see it when I look in the mirror and catch myself thinking that it looks a little like a fat suit. Alas.
The year is young. It’s going to be a good year. I love my husband. I’ve finished the first draft of my novel. Life is good. Hope you’re feeling so too.
This week’s joys:
Ordering stuff in the Bath and Bodyworks 75% off sale with $1 shipping—candles, body wash, and foaming hand soap!
A kind email from my mentor
No cavities at the dentist
A hot shower followed by a hot cup of coffee
Coffee, Mmm
