It's only 6 days into the New Year and I already feel like it's been three years.
Time is funny like that. One minute it won't speed up and the next minute it won't slow the fuck down. I think it makes us all manic in some shape or form.
I feel like I'm rushed to do this or do that. Be somewhere else. Have some greater answer or purpose figured out. When I stop to look around I realize, Jesus, I'm right where I was before all the mental and emotional brain damage of ending the prior year and beginning the next. I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I've never made New Years resolutions.
I don't sit and ponder the year ahead. Maybe that's my fucking problem. I can say I was happy not to be hungover and feeling like shit come New Years morning this year. Previous years I've spent January 1 watching the Rose Parade on the couch with my Aunt and Uncle, half dead from partying our tits off the night before. Instead, My Special Man Friend ("MSMF") and I stayed in, cuddled on the couch, and barely stayed up until the midnight video chat we had with a few friends. The awesome part is that we could have been hanging out with them. But that's just not how MSMF and I wanted to roll this year.
As usual change is afoot.
For me, for friends and family. As I've said before and I'll say again, I've never been a big fan of change. However, this year I feel more ready than ever to embrace it. In all its forms. I think a lot of people are ready for change. Shit. The world was turned upside-down last year due to COVID. But that's just it. We all want to make changes when they are on our terms. Not hoisted or forced upon us.
So here we are. Officially 1 week into the new year. Is it just me or are you also tired?
Happy to say I've been working out, eating a lot healthier, and not drinking.
How boring is that shit?
(this meme is for MSMF, who BTW hates memes... weirdo)
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