The last day of 2022
It's the morning of the last day of the first year of retirement. I'm not a fan of statistics - they feel like work and I don't work anymore. But I admit it would be nice to be able to know how many : *letters/notes/ emails I wrote *phone calls I made *poems I wrote *drawings/paintings/coloring I did *walks I took *miles or minutes I walked *morning pages/journaling written *Pounds I decluttered and gave away *people I met along the way *neighbors I chatted with *kindnesses done *books/ newletters/ other people's reflections I read *things I sewed Just making this list makes me realize it's been a good year - I have good goals and even though I don't know the stats, I'm happy these are the things I care about.