I have been thinking lately of how little life actually requires of me, moment to moment. Sure, I have responsibilities to fulfill, but beyond that baseline… what do I require of myself? Not much these days; I’ve been backsliding for years, in truth.
I’m hoping to make some changes in my lifestyle, maybe just little tweaks at first, but inching toward the Good Life. Nobody is getting any younger. I’m pretty sure there were days at age 30 that I felt worse than some folks in their 50s, because I wasn’t taking care of myself mentally and physically, and because I allowed my dreams to sputter. I’d rather beat the clock than have it beat me. I turn 35 in July.
I want to feel proud of myself as I hit that halfway mark to 70. I want to feel really, really good. And I’d like to feel that engine of my dreams hum to life again. Not because there’s any point to it. Just because that’s the way to live.
Too good not to share.
…this. Because the more hummus, the better.