I make a point to write a post at the end of every December to reflect on the past year. And like clockwork, my brain just begins the process of filtering through memories from the last 12 months
The new year often brings a sense of optimism with renewed hope, exciting adventures and fresh perspectives. I knew not to expect much with the current pandemic so there was no excitement for the new year for me
Hello, it’s me. Yes, I am very much alive and well (mostly). There are so many things going through my head as I’m writing down my thoughts on a rainy afternoon this New Year’s Eve. I don’t usually leave my reflection posts to the last minute but the truth is, I haven’t been writing much at all, especially in the second half of this year
It’s on nights like this that I feel like crumbling. The hollowness of my being amplified by the noise outside my window. The darkness creeping deeper and deeper
