It’s been some time since I talked about being better. I guess you could say I’ve been too busy working at it to reflect on it.
To be honest, I’m not really sure where I’m at with it. I’m writing like a maniac, at lunch, on the bus, on the train, at home. I’m switching out notebooks soon because this one’s full. I have a marketable book that’s halfway done. I’m about to drop another waist size as well (in a good way), and my biceps have gotten bigger and denser after many weeks of neglect. I’ll be in NY this weekend, and Ohio next week to visit a very, very good friend of mine who I’ve know for more than a decade. I’m going home for Christmas, paying my own way totally this time. I’m moving to NY next year, and moving again a year after that.
My job pays me a living, I like the people I work with, and I have a bit of breathing time this week before I get dumped with another whirlwind of “real work” terror in December. That’s pretty fair.
I’m working out regularly and getting work done. Though you may not think it’s on the list, I’m also glad I’ve had some time for blogging.
There are still things I desperately want, but I’m at the point where I’m actively working toward all of my goals, so there isn’t much to complain about except, “Gee, it takes a lot of time to be the person you want to be.” And that’s not much of a criticism at all.
I am still in constant wonder at the way things are turning out.
I think I’m getting far more than I hoped for.
