Once again, I worked myself into a hole so here I am waving up at you from this hole I dug. I could say I’m exhausted, but that wouldn’t be what I am. My usual endless energy is quite like a drug and this is the comedown. My brain can barely lace a few words together. I’m stuck in ambivalence when usually I care too much. I’ll wake up again when this year is over. I’ll wake up to the growing pains that always surface and take the form of New Year’s Resolutions. I cannot wait to tell you mine but those are for another post. Until then, I wanted to address 2016. I wanted to assertively say hi as best as I can despite my tired will. Yes 2016, hello, I see you.
This time, this chance we call a year , I will work a little less and live a little more. I will go see my friends in New York. I will stop putting that off. I’ll finally buy those rollerblades and I’ll swear to say yes to coffee with more men more frequently rather than solely when I’m a little lonely. I will spend less time on instagram and more on learning how to plant flowers or similar skills that are nice to the soul. I will stop living vicariously through my work, which isn’t vicarious at all but an addiction. One I love but one that needs to slow down just a little. As you might have seen or read, I am beginning a new venture, so yes 2016 -here’s to living more as well as my new sideline plans. But I’m not quite ready, no not at all, for now I am on automode until the clocks strikes midnight on NYE. That is when it will all begin again, but better – always better, isn’t that what we strive for? For the next to be greater than the last? I certainly am striving to beat the 2015 that is almost past.