Unlike previous years at the beach I haven’t spent this year strategizing on how I’ll be more organized and make things better in the next year. And I haven’t felt compelled to get up early every day just to have quiet on the beach.
Instead, I’ve just let things happen and have not been slave to any particular agenda.
Yes, I’ve made some notes to work more on writing. But I also read enough of “The Well-Fed Writer” to know I’m not ready to do that full time. I’m a little concerned, however, that I may leave here without a Nanowrimo plot.
And I’ve also noted the need to get back to the gym. Excessive summer heat and summer travels got me off track. But September means routines return and hopefully cooler temperatures. There are at least good intentions.
It’s been a good week. A time to remind me that life is pretty good.
I’d like to think this is all because of spiritual growth. But I can also accept it as part of the aging process.