After great, deep and sweeping promises of wanting to write every day, I didn't.
I am always fascinated with this stodgy relentlessness of time - it marches no matter what you are up to. However, in 2018, I seemed to understand time and focus a little better. I will probably write about this later. In a nutshell, though, the epiphany was that there is a LOT of time. A lot. More than enough. So much time that if you squeezed a handbag or a chair really hard, time would ooze out - thick, golden, and smelling of butter.
On that note, have a beautiful 2019. Trust that you will not only have time to smell the roses but plant them as well, watch them grow and wither, and make potpourris to sell on Etsy.
I am always fascinated with this stodgy relentlessness of time - it marches no matter what you are up to. However, in 2018, I seemed to understand time and focus a little better. I will probably write about this later. In a nutshell, though, the epiphany was that there is a LOT of time. A lot. More than enough. So much time that if you squeezed a handbag or a chair really hard, time would ooze out - thick, golden, and smelling of butter.
On that note, have a beautiful 2019. Trust that you will not only have time to smell the roses but plant them as well, watch them grow and wither, and make potpourris to sell on Etsy.
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