I awake to a new year this morning. I feel, as I always do, some vague sense that things should be different. That the world outside my window should look fresh. Reborn. But it never does. Last night’s, yesterday’s issues are still there to be handled, no clearer, no easier, no more manageable. Yesterday’s joys, […]
I awake to a new year this morning.
I feel, as I always do, some vague sense that things should be different. That the world outside my window should look fresh. Reborn.
But it never does. Last night’s, yesterday’s issues are still there to be handled, no clearer, no easier, no more manageable. Yesterday’s joys, also, are still as they were.
But I want a fresh start. A slate wiped clean. Tally the score and see how we did, start again and hope to do better.