I managed to get to a small milestone in this recovery phase of my life this morning. Didn’t meet anyone new, didn’t get all worked up and weepy while watching kitten, didn’t get drunk screw three women at the same time or eat rice noodles off their sweaty bodies, didn’t even manage juggle for an hour.

Nope. This was a really simple goal that I got in my head when my life suddenly turned to shit, or more precisely, when I suddenly noticed my life had been shit for a long time.

Today I did 100 sit-ups for the first time in years.

Now I’ve got to get another small goal. Maybe something likie actually finishing a story or the Nobel peace prize.