Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Okay, so I didn't lose any weight in 2013. But you know what? I didn't gain any, either. And it turned out to be a terrific year. Full of love, full of productive choices. Or maybe half full of productive choices.
True, I wasted about half of 2013. But it turns out that even half a year (or a quarter year if one discounts time spent sleeping) is enough to make a vanilla year into a really good year... if I give heed to the good stuff.
One more thing. How can I be so sure that the time I wasted in 2013, was really a waste? For every wasted hour I gain about two hours of inspiration. What if down time is actually and truly a necessary pre-requisite to time spent writing?
Which leads to a weight related question. What if this time spent large, is a pre-requisite for me, to time spent living large?
Just a thought as I begin to write a plan for 2014. For living large.