My friend went to Montana and sent me pictures of buffaloes. I think they are beautiful, magical, in fact. I decided I had to paint one today.
What else? The day was slow and a little melancholy. I went to Central Market for a sandwich. I tried to take a nap. I marinated various ideas for future novels.
I resolved to stop trying to be so good. I keep doing the same things, more or less, thinking that if I try hard enough and check all the right boxes, things will work out, and, well, so far they haven’t. So why not misbehave a little? Why not prioritize fun?
Meanwhile, while thinking these thoughts, I kept doing all the right things: cooking salmon, getting my steps in, writing my 1000 words, formatting my new book for its paperback release. Bla bla.
Starting tomorrow I resolve to be very bad. We’ll see how that goes.
I definitely want to read about your bad, please.