January 1, 2019
Today could be someone's December 32. I'd like to think of today as a return to December 1, 2018. Time is a construct, days last forever. Last December was lovely. It was bittersweet, but the family's takeaway, I would hope, is that family is the only thing that makes sense. December was all-around warm, confusing, and tender. So here's to an imaginary new beginning. This year, I welcome new people, old memories, and a renewed anticipation for past hopes. I had December draft entries focused on daily gratitude. I wasn't able to polish and post them though. So here.