Right around this time every year, I get sick.

Emboldened by the new year, I’m always hard charging into new projects, and this is the universe’s way of saying slow down, get a plan, or at the very least drink some water you imbecile.

So, that’s what I’m doing, all feverish and pajama-clad - catching up on movies, drafting emails, and generally calming myself down, realizing there’s a fine line between not having a plan in a fun, spontaneous kinda way, and not having a plan in a low-key self-sabotaging kinda way.

My birthday’s in a couple weeks, and as I’m about to turn 76, it’s encouraging realizing I’ve got a lot to learn about myself, and that I’m not mortified by the prospect.