Historically, I love a new year. A distinct line in the sand, a turning of a page. All those old cliches which quite frankly, I’m into. But this year? Meh. Time feels so disjointed to me that I just can’t quite get it up for new year cliches like I would usually. (I would like to caveat however that a ‘Happy New Years!’ wish? ALL OVER IT. I WILL WISH EVERY HUMAN AND OCCASIONALLY DOGS A HAPPY NEW YEAR. I’M A MF CONTRADICTION AND FINE WITH IT.)
"But even making this small and circumscribed decision feels like a step forward and I wonder if, in midlife, I have suddenly become an optimist, willing to give up some small measure of control amid the chaos and take a chance on hopeful abundance in the face of terrifying scarcity."
"But even making this small and circumscribed decision feels like a step forward and I wonder if, in midlife, I have suddenly become an optimist, willing to give up some small measure of control amid the chaos and take a chance on hopeful abundance in the face of terrifying scarcity."
😭 It's this for me.