Happy New Year!

 To solve my weeks' long problem of whether or not to go out for NYE, fate solved it for me. I caught a cold December 26th. I COULD'VE gone out but as I was just getting over the cold, I decided against it. So, I stayed home and binged watched The Twilight Zone instead. I didn't watch the one on SciFi, opting for the Classic Drama channel on Pluto TV instead. I love TZ, it reminds me of my Mom, who got me into watching it. I gave her The Twilight Zone Companion Book years ago. Now, I have to buy a copy for myself. Some of my favorite episodes are as follows:

The Midnight Sun

The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street

The Shelter

Eye of the Beholder

A Nice Place to Visit


I've watched well into January 2nd and it felt good. Though, I'm not ashamed to say I did take a nap and set my alarm to 11:45pm to make sure I didn't miss it. Even though I wasn't out, I didn't want to go to sleep like it was just any other night. Because it wasn't, you know? It was important to me to be 'aware in the moment.' I'd bought my grapes earlier in the day; old habits die hard. I ate twelve grapes at the stroke of Midnight; one for each wish I secretly harbored. As the spouse is Latino, I've been doing this for years. I don't know if it works, but I do it every year. 

I no longer make resolutions; I just try to shift my focus onto the correct path. This year is about eating better, healthier. Working out, meditating and earning a living via using to gift. The latter is important to me, one of if not the most important. As it's one thing I've yet been able to do.




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