Wow do I ever weave circles of words after a few beverages. Of course I do plenty of that sober as well, but naturally it gets worse.
Ah, the cusp of the new year and the possibilities it brings. One of the redeeming qualities of the holiday really, the persistent images of hope and possibility. Wondering what's to come and seeing brighter days ahead. This year, thus far, has marked some serious personal gains, the retention of a few habits that fail in context but represent parts of myself I'll never let go, and only minor setbacks.
Perhaps some goals for the new year, but never resolutions. If it's worth the focus of my stubborn resolve then why wait for the clicking of a number to get started on it?
Ah, the cusp of the new year and the possibilities it brings. One of the redeeming qualities of the holiday really, the persistent images of hope and possibility. Wondering what's to come and seeing brighter days ahead. This year, thus far, has marked some serious personal gains, the retention of a few habits that fail in context but represent parts of myself I'll never let go, and only minor setbacks.
Perhaps some goals for the new year, but never resolutions. If it's worth the focus of my stubborn resolve then why wait for the clicking of a number to get started on it?