We’re starting on the last week of January, and not only do I feel better than usual, I actually feel GOOD! And I feel good without having to use any tricks. I mean, I don’t consider any of these sorts of tricks to be cheating in any way. I make a point of dressing nicely, having a really good shave, cooking myself an elaborate and delicious meal, etc. to make me feel better about myself, life, and just generally better. Most winters, I need those kinds of tools to get by. I don’t this year. I’m not having to do that stuff; I haven’t really done much of it. I’ve cooked, of course, but I haven’t done anything especially fancy: just normal winter fare, like chili, pasta sauce, and stews. I haven’t worn a suit specifically to pick myself up. I did one day this month for somewhere I was going, for someone else’s benefit. I did a couple of times in December, more so just because I felt like it, but a little to improve my mood. But all of January, and I haven’t done that stuff. I don’t feel just okay. I feel good. Genuinely good. It’s amazing. It’s empowering. It’s inspiring. It’s rewarding. I don’t know what else to say about it. The whole situation has me contentedly flabbergasted.