NOTES

       I realize it’s almost March but  I have something to say about New Years resolutions. I love them!  Who cares if statistically people don’t carry them out, I love the hope. The hope for a change, the plan to redirect or pivot and even when it doesn’t fully work the way you think it will, something happens. I’ve learned through the years (and therapy) that I have a tendency to go full throttle when I want to do or learn something. Age has taught me the art of a good pace. I didn’t teach myself how to cook by reaching to the Mount Everest of recipes, I started with a pot of beans. The year I decided to read 50 of the best books of the 20th century, I challenged myself to read a chapter a day. Rome wasn’t built in a day and the rail roads all started with one nail. There was no possible way I could set goals in January. I was still in a depressive fog that meant I couldn’t see further than my day but now I’m feeling a little lighter and way more hopeful.      During the pandemic I