And may I say . . .

I did love reading all your suggestions about how to make my next Christmas more satisfying. THANK YOU. I want to marry you guys. All of you! Set a date, and let me know.

So I'm gonna be discussing goals this week. I like goals, actually. They give me direction and a yardstick with which to measure my efforts by. (Geez. THAT was an awkward mouthful.)

My number one goal this year is to take a little bit better care of myself mental health-wise. I think I've indicated here that last year turned out to be surprisingly challenging for me, even though so many lovely things happened. Some time last February I got knocked back on my heels and never quite recovered.

So this year I want to be a little more proactive, which means I will . . .

1. Sit under my light box faithfully each morning.
2. Exercise daily.
3. Take the Celexa through March.
4. Do busy--but don't do too busy.
5. Embrace the season, by which I mean to notice and savor the pleasures inherent to a particular time of year.

Ah. Setting goals is just so satisfying.