Tomorrow is June. In two weeks the class I’m TAing for will have concluded. I’ve turned down the next cohort - I thought I’d be busy with work (and I will be), but now I’ll also be busy with school. In two weeks is my birthday, when I reach the ripen’d age of 42. Two weeks after that is July, and the year is half over.
Time flies when you’re too busy to do anything else.
I have consistently finished 3-4 books every month, in addition to the several I’ve started and not yet completed. I think I’ve read more books this year than I have in the last several years combined. I have gone to the gym more, though not as often as I intend to - but more than I had and more is better than not at all. I’m drawing more consistently. I’m working on two separate book projects, along with every other arts and craft project that pops into my brain. This weekend I’ll be stripping broken glass from a dollhouse wall.
I feel better this year than I have in ages. Possibly lifetimes.
That’s kind of it. That’s the post. Nothing profound. Nothing deep.
I’m alive, and I’m happy.