In the last 30 years I’m proud of/grateful for: the means, energy and time to have hobbies.
I’m glad my lifestyle doesn’t leave me without time to myself to do something I enjoy, like exercise, watch tv, sew, have books read to me via my iPod, etc. It keeps me sane and gives me something to look forward to at the end of the work day.
How I celebrated: on Sunday alone, I did some sewing, listened to an audiobook, watched Matt garden, plunked myself in front of the tv for awhile, and took up a new hobby at Matt’s gentle prodding—playing Xbox. (I’m getting much better with the controller; I no longer make myself dizzy by running in circles or staring at the sky.)
