Just Under the Wire

7 minutes to go and I have never felt more lost. New year, same me, same mess, same mistakes. Have I grown at all? Regressed?

This isn’t really even a post – the blank screen has not been big enough in the latter part of 2021 to contain all my emotion.

5 minutes to go. Time is a construct. We make it up.

All there is, the passing of it, the way it sits inside me, the way I feel undone by it.

Here’s to all the things I have managed to live through. Here’s to all the things I feel. Here’s to trying.

Better luck next year. 1 minute to go.