I can’t attribute it to any one thing, but perhaps a combination of circumstances.
Less fast food after the crowd departed.
Checking out Andrew Weill’s personalized vitamins.
Substituting ice tea for diet coke. (Yes, I did find the tea maker).
Some meditation, some exercise.
Moments of sun are starting to break through, and that is very, very nice.
Chinese calligraphy, here I come!
What puzzles me is the inner motivation. Why now? Why in this way? Why all of a sudden does the fierce resistance to change inside start to modulate, like a log jam breaking apart and letting the wood float downstream?
I don’t know, but I do know the forward movement feels good after so many months of being stuck in the slow, non-moving traffic lane.