I wanted to read a book a month. I got off to a good start but I haven't had to concentration to read as of late. I've tried, but the most I've been able to do is reread some old comic books and start muddling around in A Song of Ice and Fire.
I had a strong start to writing everyday, but that's something else that's fallen by the wayside in the last few months. My daily writing was supposed to help me write the first draft of a novel as well as starting to research my next writing project. The year is coming to a close and I will not come anywhere close to wrapping up the first draft of my novel.
My exercise routine is non-existent so I doubt I will be able to reach my goal weight and hiking the Grand Canyon rim to rim is a no-go.
My life has fallen apart this year which makes it hard to work on accomplishing anything of substance. But I'm surviving. I know one day I'll even thrive again. That day is still a ways off, but I know it's there, somewhere over the horizon.
This has been rather glum and depressing, so here is something to cheer you (and me) up