Perfection

As far as my watch is concerned I have achieved perfection again.
Perfect Week on my stand move exercise goals, for the third week in a row, meaning a Perfect Year so far.
One advantage of small achievable goals, perfection is in reach, and the watch automagically adjusts to keep it that way.

I have been mixing doing my back exercises, walking on the spot, and dancing to youtube.
Youtube is good at finding same same stuff but it means I end up stuck in, this week, a weird mix of when Torchwood was new on tv and when I first moved out on my own.
What's that feeling like nostalgia but with more vertigo?

Time just rushes past.
And I'd like to think the world is not more dangerous than it used to be, but I keep Learning Stuff, and it sure do feel that way.

Plus, you know, perfection, in general, was not achieved, outside of my watch.



I think I need a new project. Something on a different scale. I have a whole folder full of first draft of something I'm going to have to take apart and put back together again, but that's not going to feel like progress for ages even if I figure out where to start.

I bought some shiny gem stickers so I can put them on the cover of a notebook or folder to make a Magic Tome. But they were redder on my screen (I probably had nightlight on) so they're mostly too pink for the project. Still, can bling things up if I feel like it.

Make Things and Do Progress. A Plan.