8.291. Twas the Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas, I noted with cheer,
It is one step closer to this, a new year!

I’m choosing happiness this year. It is in fact a choice. The Lady Talis was kind enough to remind me of the spirit of choice and happiness this past day, while subtly pointing out how dark this blog has become (Thanks, Trump!). I believe happiness is entwined with acceptance. I knew this once before. I knew this when I served as a rehab counselor to young people far from the proper path. I knew that we must accept the things we cannot change. That is as important as having the courage to shape the things we can.

What I can and cannot change is a long list of things that are often thought of this time of year. It is, after all, a new year and with that comes great proclamations of what we will do over the following 365 days (or posts if you read it as I do). My list is for another day. My thoughts for today are of son and rain and the outdoors and love and long walks and life lived. My thoughts swirl around like the smoke rising from my coffee, moving from moment to memory. I am a better person today than I was yesterday, and that trajectory is the most I can ask for ever.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Happy Kwanzaa!!!
  2. Happy Boxing Day!

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I’m really bad at the game today. I guess I have been for a while. Correlation isn’t causation but I have been drowning myself in addictive but terrible (and highly AI assisted I think) fiction. I’m obsessing over this series and to an equal extent the furthering of my Minecraft Dark Tower. It’s become quite the passion project. However, I think I would’ve been better suited using obsidian.

Games and bad fiction; this is what my break became. It is destructive to the point of blogging now in bed at the end of a long and at times lovely Xmas day. I forgot to do it earlier. I also poorly managed my ‘me’ time during the day. This too is a recurring theme. Time to get back to work. Time to lock in and try to find a way to get back on track in my professional and writing life. I haven’t done too well with that or with the fitness side of things but I am trying to move forward with all of it. Problem is, I don’t have a legitimate plan. Sweating, I suppose, is the first step.