While it may be a new year, it is more than likely not a new me. For the most part, I know what I am and, for the most part, why I suffer as I do because of it. Yes, change is a constant, but as time goes on change becomes less transformational and more incremental. That said, I have completed my New Year ritual of self care and such. The Imperial locks have been shorn, the Satrapic face shaved, and the Hegemonic nails both mani-ed and pedi-ed.
I have been metaphysically tired for a long time. And yet today, I feel less so. Has something changed? Have I changed?
Because my mind is wired this way, last year was 1890 caches and 259 new counties in 9 states, and still going today 1296 days in a row.
I don't want to go back to work tomorrow, but it is the way of things. That said, I have been productive. All my current writing is done with. Until I return from Arizona, I have nothing new. It's been a while since I've been this far ahead, and I'll take it.
I think that's about all. Selah.
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