I love it.
I’m much better.
I’d go so far as to say that I’ve reset myself back to my normal, maybe even beyond normal the other way.
I’m not as silenced any more — I’m admitting what I’m thinking aloud and it’s liberating.
I’m not as caught up any more — life is just too damn short and disturbed for me to worry about things I can’t control.
I’m not as serious any more — my writing is serious, I feel I can come across very dire when in truth my day-to-day is the exact opposite. I’m laughing and joking, singing and dancing, and just generally being an endearing annoyance. Okay, I’m not actually dancing these days because should I pirouette I’d hurl.
It’s been a tough year — I sometimes forget just how tough it began — but there’s life outside the coop and