Another year, but no resolutions

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Resolutions feel too binding. I always have good intentions. I don’t always carry through like I should. I’ve read a few astrologers say that people should make resolutions at the beginnings of their birth charts–their astrological new starts. I’m a Libra. I should have thought of something around the end of September. Didn’t think of it, so I guess I’ll just have to cope as best I can.

I do have goals this year. I bought a rowing machine and set it up in the basement. I plan to listen to some music and get a workout. Age is against my being fit and firm, but I’d like to stay mobile, so I need to move. Joints. Muscles. Endorphins. Time to wake them up!

I have a loose plan for writing books. I’d like to write a Jazzi (which I just finished), then a Karnie, then a Jazzi, then a Laurel and Nick, etc., so a Jazzi story is every other book. And I’m tinkering with a Vella story in the background. Why I set it in medieval times is beyond me, but that’s how the idea came to me. The thing is, when I started writing it, I realized how much research I was going to have to do. When they went to bed in the castle, what did knights and soldiers sleep on? I looked online, and I’m forever grateful I’m not a peasant back then. They slept on the floor with no fireplace, no blanket, and kept warm however they could. Farmers in windowless huts slept on straw mattresses on the floor that they rolled up to stack out of the way during the day. No thanks. Modern times has problems, but I like my pillow-top mattress.

I already found one early horoscope for 2022, and it sounded pretty good. I hope it’s right, but there’s not a whole lot I can do about events outside of my control anyway, so I just hope I do the best I can and have decent results. And I’m wishing the best for you, too. Have a great 2022.