The New Moon arrived last night at 9:51 p.m., but I felt the tide turn early in the day. I (finally) had the good sense to put myself on a flexible 3-day juice feast. By flexible I mean that I can eat other things, but the juice consumption must come first. Thankfully, what happened (and usually does) is that I was content with just the juice and things that were good for me. With some coaxing from my husband, I even made it back to the gym after a two-week long absence. When I went to bed last night, I suddenly felt, ahhhhh, better. Just better. The feeling of slogging uphill and upwind through wet cement began to fade away and a sense of lightness was awaiting me when I woke up. Today I'm hoping for a duplicate of yesterday. And tomorrow, despite the forecast for, gulp, more snow (and a lot of it, for Pete's sake) I cross my fingers for a triplicate.
I am setting aside time this weekend to play with art for art's sake. It's been a long time and it feels messy and fun. But love, love, love is definitely at the top of the day's agenda. Like Sally for Linus, I'm all hearts.
2 comments:
Ah, yes. Sally and Linus. Or Lucy and Schroeder. Or Charlie and the Red-Haired Girl.
I love Peanuts!
Hi Tim! Me too! Hope all is well in FL. We're pretty jealous up here.
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