Steph Abbott Says

It’s only Day 5 in my Five Goals for January, and my ability to keep a resolution seems to be about as possible my 8 year old’s ability to ignore the toy section at the store. Possible but unlikely. Neither of us can maintain any measure of reasonable impulse control. My efforts seem to be half-assed.

While I have exercised, I haven’t even made it to the gym. I have drank plenty of tea yet just as much coffee. I have posted to this site each day, but I’m dubious the content qualifies as a typical blog. The one remaining resolution–write a letter to a friend–turned out to be much easier than expected.

With only a bit of writer’s block at first, my head cleared remembering this particular woman’s force of nature. Let’s just say that her personality is so alive, it washes and wears its own set of clothes. The quality of our shared memories vastly overshadow the quantity of them. As such, my thoughts threatened to overrun my reservoir of ink.

I needed to focus. I walked away from the task.Thankfully after a few floor exercises, a glass of tea, and posting about a delightful sleigh ride, my focus returned. My thoughts flowed across the page. Funny that.

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