there are days when i feel like i'm actually regressing. moving backwards. undoing any progress in an upward and positive direction for my life.
but for every ten of those days, there's one where i manage to make a batch of cupcakes for a cast picnic. i (1) finish said cupcakes a full day in advance. (2) the frosting does not get everywhere, as it has in the past. and (3) i do all of this in high altitude {which, need i remind you, i am less than unaccustomed to}.
and i think to myself, kid, you're doing just fine.