If I could have seen into the near future when I cooked up this venture, I might have not started it.

However, years from now, I may look back on this exercise as something that saved my sanity while I was stressing out.

Yesterday, despite high anxiety on a completely unrelated topic, I wrote it all down. I wrote it all down even though Fitbit assured me I was eating more than it recommended for optimal goal attainment, a feat I am not known for accomplishing. I even measured and logged the peanut M&Ms I snarfed down in an effort to not be anxious. (For the record, peanut M&Ms don’t do a good job of that in the long run.)

I am confident that the only reason I did so was because I had made a commitment to this blog and all four of its readers and I am too embarrassed not to keep it, even though you have no clue whether I did so or not.

Well, I did. I pinky swear, to you and to me. It’s a little pathetic how proud I am of that, but here I am.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016