The Wolf Moon arrived after I shoveled the heavy slush, which I could hardly lift, and froze the driveway to a skating rink. I don't skate which means I'm more likely to fall. The bright silver moon mostly kept me up last night leaving me more worried than wolfish in and out of anxiety dreams. I had yesterday off and managed to get a few things done but not all I had planned. For 2022, let's resolve to rename that thing you call procrastination to meditation. It's time you gave yourself a little credit.
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