There is something about Monday. The lists, the hope, the ambition, the anticipation, and then everything is closed, or actually just a few things, and all that junk food left from the holidays, the wine bottle that you couldn’t open because the cork broke, and you are just tired for some reason. Everyone needs a break, and if you don’t take one, it will take you. That is basically it. So you write a list of 100 things, you do 3 and take a nap, and that is ok, or it isn’t, but that is what happened. So let it be written, let it be done. I like that. I want to give myself a break, for just making it, and still having hope for the new year. As a long as I am getting my morning pages and 2 pages of something, I feel like I getting somewhere, and that is how you do get somewhere. So this is where I start.
The rising tide 