“Everything in moderation – including moderation.” Oscar Wilde
My boy Oscar had it right.
It’s all fine and dandy to eat sensibly, exercise regularly, drink your 8 glasses of water and get your 8 hours of sleep most of the time. But sometimes you have to go all out. Indulge. Stay up too late, spend to much money, drink too much and dance until your feet fall off.
That was my December. Well, if you replace “dance” with “work”, that is.*
December was all about excess. But I’m not ready to get moderate, yet. I need a little austerity first.
When it comes right down to it, we are all toddlers trapped in adult bodies. We love a party. But after eating our body-weight in cake and closing down the bouncy castle, there had better be a nap on the agenda or it’s going to be tantrum time.
My grown-up version of a nap is yoga class. No resolutions for me. I’m just going to double up on yoga classes, cut my work hours – and sugar consumption – in half, and trust that I’ll find my way back to a life of moderation. In moderation, of course.
Happy New Year!
*By “work”, I mean my day job, not writing. Writing went the way of exercise and early-rising and all the other things that give me long-term contentment as opposed to fleeting pleasure. Those good things will be making a comeback in 2017!