Swim on, little fish

Happy March! I did not meet all of my goals in February. Also, February has way fewer days than any other month. I'm not looking for excuses. Ok, yes, I am. In some ways, February was not my best month ever. But in other ways, maybe it wasn't so bad. Ask me at 1pm, when I can take another dose of Advil to soothe my sore, inflamed sprained ankle.

I did read an extremely awesome book: The Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler. Oh, honey mustard, do I love this woman's writing. I didn't want the book to end, and was fairly annoyed that it had to. Also, it energized my "disaster planning" neurons (which hardly need stimulating), which is always exciting. So, if nothing else good happened all month, I had that experience. Mind enriched, outlook enhanced, so on and so forth.

If sharks stop swimming, they die. If fish stop swimming, they get eaten by sharks. No matter whether you're a big fish or a little one, the best thing to do is to just keep swimming. Thanks, Dorie.