I stopped doing the push ups within two weeks, but I'm still mostly keeping up the steps on the step counter. I'm not writing on the new novel as actively as I could, but I've almost finished writing another chapter of the graduate textbook. I've spent much less time on social media, but I've spent much more time playing video games. I stopped participating in a group that was more painful than helpful. But I'm missing the good people whose lives brushed against mine because of that group.
So mixed.
But on the purely goodness side, I've made it to the art museum.
Watched the sunset over the river.
I've watched a mob of kangaroos scatter before sunrise.
And awakened to the chatter of cockatoos. Magpies. Currawongs.
So while maybe some of the resolutions haven't yet stuck, it hasn't been a disaster of a year so far.
In fact, I'd call it a pretty good one.
