still arid

It is now 3:54 p.m. and I have been attempting yin all day. I feel okay. There were moments where I was tempted to barrel my way through difficulties, and to be perfectly honest, I was my usual Type A-self behind the wheel; but other than my refusal to let idiotic drivers have their way on my highways, I did well. I took on no unnecessary stress. I pushed for very little. I let opportunities come to me. Am I feeling any more creative? No, not really, but it's only been one day, and not even a whole one.