It was a half-day at work, and as we hurried out the door toward a three day weekend, some of us said ‘see you next year’ to each other. It’s the time when endings and beginnings share midnight promises. Somehow, this time (like every other time) seems more poignant than ever.
Hoping to find fulfillment in a list of resolutions; I’ve done this a million times before. Hey, what if we learn to accept ourselves? Novel idea.
Such a dreamer; a hopeless(ful) romantic. Seeing patterns everywhere. The world’s a stage, so watch your step; that fourth wall’s a doozy.