I'm brimming with ideas and opinions and hopes and resolutions.
want to make changes. I want to run my forearm over my world and erase it clean.
I want to start over. Jettison. Simplify. Re-evaluate. Set fires. Plant seeds. Stay home. Fly away....
Am I the only one who feels
like this on the last day of December? Hopeful, afraid, excited? On the brink of 'differentness?' As though by just living through
the next few hours I will cross a line and somehow be reinvented.
One can always hope.