Summer flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it morphed into fall. For me, it started in a fog—murky and unfocused—finally lifting with renewed energy and sharper focus.
The fickle month of February... It's been cold, it's been warm, it's been bitter cold, and back to (grossly) warm. And try as I might, I can't do a darned thing about it, which leaves me with no choice but to be a sport—if I must. And this is what my fiendishly fickle month is looking like so far.
It's the new year - time to set goals and resolutions - except I'm not. At the end of 2021 I met a major milestone - a goal I had set for myself - and... huh... I'm thinking for 2022 I'll focus less on the destination and more on the adventure. It's a good day to have a good day.