My health and wellness is constantly progressing to higher and higher levels.

Progress announces itself in odd units. Not in numbers on a chart, but in the shopping carried in from the car in one trip instead of two, and only noticed halfway through putting it away.

Climbing is never smooth at this scale. Three good weeks, a bad fortnight, then a Tuesday that quietly beats anything from the spring. The direction holds. It is just only legible from a distance, which is a decent reason to write something down now and again.