I don’t have a lot to say today. It’s just finally December. There isn’t a lot of time left in this year, which has already flown by at a frightening pace. All I can really hope for is that people are happy. They seem it, with all this recent news making the rounds, but my hope is people find something personal to make it stick.
We tend to rely on others to yank us out of the doldrums, but I think it’s important to be able to climb out of the hole you dug for yourself. There’s days I’m unsure of how I got here in this hole, but I always know I’ll find a way out. It just never seems to happen when I want it to.
I don’t wish ill on anyone as the year comes to a close. I hope people are striving for a sense of completion, especially as we get ready to recharge and brace ourselves for another 365 days. I just need to dodge the dirt I’m willingly piling on myself, coming in the form of paranoia, longing, and unknowing. In the end, dirt can always be wiped away. It just may leave a few smudges on your skin if you’re not careful.
I’m beginning to write more short stories and I hope to finish another one before the year’s out. Until then, I’ll keep blogging and giving you some thoughts day in and day out. I just hope it leads somewhere. I’ve been patient.