I worked on my novel again today, for the first time in months. It was just a chapter, but it felt like something major.
I applied for a promotion at work last week. It seemed like exactly what I needed to do to get back on the right track.
I spent time with my friends, some that I haven't seen in months, over the past several days. I went to happy hours and parties, had some drinks, ate holiday foods, laughed, and told stories. And the schedule of events on the horizon looks promising.
And yeah, I flirted. I had almost forgotten how good it can feel.