I have to laugh at myself.

This morning, as I was walking my dog before I work, I was orchestrating my metamorphosis. I had myself quitting smoking while eating healthier and starting yoga. I was planning my route to happiness. Again. I paused, realized what I was doing and the irony of it in light of last night’s post, and I just had to laugh at myself.

I am utterly ridiculous.

I am also incredibly tired. I can’t believe I’ll be waking up to Friday already. Work is so, so hard, but at least it keeps moving. I am not spending much of my Monday-Friday standing still. I suppose that is both good and bad.